I normal would enjoy a good shagging but this was not by my choice. The whole time he plowed into me I was whimpering and crying silently. I was think...ing of ways to get back at him if I ever got to tell anyone. All my scenarios led me to the Clubhouse and telling Shaz or one of my biker friends. I was oblivious to time and pain by now, as I found a peaceful place in my mind. My body or my pussy was beginning to let go and enjoy the torment. By the time he had cum inside me I was in a trance. Or Diane ... or any of the other women I'd made a commitment to. Sharing was not cheating.After a dozen orgasms, some aided by the careful fingering or tongue action of Diane as we fucked, Ginny worked up to a major orgasm. She spasmed and twitched in a way that got to me, and I filled her sweet love box with a gallon of man cum. We were ecstatic about our accomplishment, and even Diane got off.After some after-fuck play, I extracted. Ginny's pussy was a mess of my cum and her juices. I pushed. Junior and I were the same age and I never mentioned anything about the feelings that I held deep inside me for Anne to Junior. Occasionally, I would go to Junior’s house to chill with him and just hang out. However, the main reason for me wanting to go to Junior’s house was to catch a glimpse of Anne and her tight ass. Anne’s mom loved me and respected me ever since an early age. I also had respect for her, or at least showed respect for her on the outside. However, deep in me, I had fantasies. So will cereal do?’ ‘Yes, and a mug of tea please.’ Sarah grabs a box of Shredded Wheat and puts it on the table, the kettle is boiling and before long Mike is eating his Shredded Wheat with a nice mug of tea. ‘I have to go, see you about twelve,’ she said kissing him, ‘love you.’ ‘Love you,’ he replied. She handed him a key, then vanishes out of the door. Mike finishes up, washes the dishes then heads back to his parent’s house. He waters and checks over the garden, picks some ripe tomatoes.