“Yea,” she answered as she began mauling her tits while she slid up and down my shaft. “I wanted it to be more but those three took almost 4 ho...urs.”“Holy shit!” That was all I could think of to say at the moment as my cock suddenly erupted inside her. “I hope you had a good time because I don’t remember a bit of it.”Karen stopped riding up and down as she felt my cock start throbbing inside her. “Oh I had a good time alright,” she answered as her hands came down to the lower part of her. He stopped, turned towards her, and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Are you ready? Absolutely sure you want this? This is your last chance to stop without using your safe word. What is your safe word?" "Martini." It was instinctual. He checked in with her often in the early days of their time together. It had become so ingrained that she thought it whenever she was scared, in our out of a scene. He cocked his head, waiting for her confirmation. She nodded, a solid, definite yes. She was more. He would cry and have a fit if I tried to put diapers or underwear on him. As he got older he preferred not to wear pants or underwear. When Davey started Kindergarten, he cried and caused a fit when I tried to put pants on him. When I dropped him off at school that first day, he promptly took his pants and underwear off. His Kindergarten teacher was going to complain but when she saw his cock, she convinced the principal to let him “swing free”. Soon, other boys at school were doing the same. She had the same fire in her salsa her Aunt Sophie did. And Beca... I just adore her! I’d do anything for my best friend in the world. Anything.“Hey, can I ask you all something?” I said, interrupting what was sure to be a full lunch period story about the last weekend of the Ren Faire in Kentucky. “It’s quick, I promise.”“What’s up, Jacob?” Beca asked. She scooted over closer to me and put an arm around my waist.“Well, I was wondering if you’d all come over to my place Thursday night. Nothing.