Whatever, Kristin came in Camille’s room just to sit and drink a glass of wine with us. She was upset, talking about how cruel Andy was to her, and ...then it became awkward…Kristen asked Camille if I ever made her orgasm. My girlfriend was a bit tipsy and responded to her question with a response that startled me. Camille has long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She had a great body and was a very sexual girl. Camille told Kristen that my dick gave her the most pleasurable orgasms in the. She giggled at my condition and said go get the rest of the stuff from the truck. I went outside again this time with an erection and red bottom to worry about being seen with. Again my head was moving back and forth checking for anything or anyone that could see me in my full glory. I grab the rest of our items and it seemed like it took me forever being nervous about my state. Finally I got back to the door and into the relative safety of our house. She said anyone see you out there? I don’t. After thefirst mile and moving just the wrong way and a sharp pain would strike, the thought of his cockwould pop in my head, or somewhere some of his semen would leak out from somewhere andI'm all horny again, so my jog was 6 miles of painful arousal. When I finished my jog, with hiscock on my mind for the last two, I undressed for my shower in the bathroom, my pubic hair wascovered in my wetness and the last remains of his seed, I decided it was time to clean that messup. Some of my friends. The thought of dragging them down the sides of your torso, and drawing blood runs through my mind. You feel the pain of my nails and reading my mind you clasp your hands over mine holding them tight to your chest, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing causing my fingers to relax.I wonder briefly if you are aware that in that position, with you holding my hands so high that I am prisoner to your cock.The toothpaste remaining in my mouth covers your head and shaft and makes them.