More cum was spilled.Fast forward 25 years, I’m divorced, my girlfriend is working on the opposite coast. One again I am one horny motherfucker. I q...uickly discovered the rules in the modern jackshack — leave the door unlocked and you’re likely to get company...got sucked off several times, played with several cocks, jerking them. Even went to a full on theater one time and had a public 3-some with a guy on his knees sucking me and another guy in rotation. A wonderful time was had by all.One. So I just sat on the couch and grabbed my erection in my slacks and enjoyed the memory of the kiss.A few minutes later their animated talking stopped abruptly. I wondered why? Had Kelli remembered I was there? Or were they doing something else? I easily imagined them kissing again. It is hard to talk while kissing like they did. I froze, hoping that they wouldn't come back out and introduce me to her friend and I'd have to be social and hide my raging boner while doing so. My heart was. I obeyed and presented my buttocks to Else who hastened to seize them with both hands and then pushed them aside several times. She examined me to the depths of myself and, introducing her finger to the innermost part of me, asked a question in Flemish to M who passed it on to me in French: Else asks if you've ever been penetrated by it. No, I replied. Else said nothing and slapped me on the buttocks and pointed to the easel. Obediently, I complied and sat down on the device, face down, knees a. She’d make sure of that!Feeling much better, she got up. Hope had returned to her. She had a mission, a mission to make this all go away. If Bobby Dalton wanted to try to make trouble she’d fight. She’d call him a liar. She felt sudden guilt, at that thought, but pushed that away. She would protect her brother, the only man she loved.At that thought, the urge she’d felt when she woke up next to him returned. The subtle difference between feeling that while in despair, and feeling that while.