They love me. And that’s in every aspect of the term ‘love’.”“So it...”“It’s possible,” he said. “You are in the middle of it. I h...ope everybody’s committed, and I hope everybody’s mature and intelligent enough to make it work for you.”“That ‘intelligent’ part...”“Yeah, the girls tell me. Brindy’s a little jealous. Brindy’s smart, just not quite up to the rest of them. And I love her. Brindy’s ... Oh, I can’t begin to describe how I feel about her that’s different about the way I feel about. I knew, however, that I wasn't even close to being finished. Rachel'scommand to suck Charlie off had opened the floodgates; neither of uswanted to stop at that. His hard cock had hardly even wilted before Iclimbed up into his lap and started grinding into him, sliding my well-lubricated pussy against his giant dick. Any softening that might havestarted to occur was quickly reversed, and I could feel his hard meatsliding against my wet, hairless pussy.Without hesitation, I grabbed his hard rod. Alex tapped her forearm to signal it was time. She screamed and squeezed the bulb in three quick bursts so the blood would squirt like a severed artery. There was an audible shriek from the audience. ‘So I thought,’ Alex continued where he left off as soon as the crowd has passed, ‘that if you had someone to talk with, about safety, someone to ask questions of…I thought it would be helpful. Less dangerous. Dammit, Iz, the thought of you talking to wannabe’s like that creep — I had to do. But, this doesn't mean that the same can be said for him. The only way to keep the spotlight away from us was--well--to keep himself away from us, meaning that he spent less and less time at home. Sure, we didn't have to deal with the consequences of having the world watching our every move, but I’ve always felt like I missed out on something growing up. Like why adopt three children if you wouldn’t even be there to raise them?But I can't complain, he tries his best. With the number of things.