Oh, I could easily fuck you, and it would be glorious like it always was, but I don’t want to fuck. I want to make love. And we can’t do that yet.... Not now. Maybe not ever, despite what we did at Christmas. That was beautiful and perfect and glorious. But it was once, to prove to myself that I could do it and have no regrets of any kind.”“You really don’t have any regrets?”“No way, Steve. I love you just as much as I always did. You love me just as much as you always did. The problem is, as you. We took separate buses to our respective homes that night, and when we got to the bus shelter, there was a man waiting there also.We got into a clinch and he whispered into my ear he wanted to fuck, knowing my knickers were already off and in my handbag.The thought of doing it for the first time in front of the stranger, who was already watching us with a keen eye, was exciting, but the intense feeling in the pit of my stomach made me feel as if I was going to through up, so I settled for a. I knew what to do but my body didn’t move. Aisu slapped my tits and asked me to blow his dick and that made me do it. She dropped down and pulled my panties down.She started playing with my clits and Nandu started on my tits, his cock still in my mouth. At the time he pushed it deep into my mouth making it hard for me to breathe. I was getting more and more aroused and started participating in it more and more.Aisu slapped my son’s ass and he pulled out his cock from my mouth and pushed it into. Sperm falls, wriggling, like rain,To form oases in my brain, and I drink deeply, uncertainJust when the sky may ejaculate again, though clouds seed themselves,Seemingly magically, raining semen down on me in torrents,Without thunder or lightning, just the heat and light bornOf your masculine, virile, potent balls and brain.Men are strong; men are bold; men have cocks I can holdIn my mouth, my hand, my ass, and my brain;Some ladies (and ladyboys, too) fear them, for their armsAre huge; a man can.