Bill finished it by punching Art in thestomach, not something he relished after his four meals."Aaww, shut up you stupid bastard, that hurt." He sat ...back down on hischair to drink coffee like the others.He only had a couple of sips though before I noticed that he'd turnedquite pale. They sat there for some time and I had to make more coffeeswhich they actually thanked me for. I had noticed that from the timeLee had his 'accident' they weren't so full of ordering me about.Suddenly Art put his. Suddenly she broke through into a tiny pocket of air created by her trunk and those of her mistress. For the time being, the trunks held the sand covered tent up off the soft, sandy floor of the tent."Dari ... Daryna! Mistress, are you there? Can you hear me?"A gasp, then a weak cry: "Bibi ... help me ... Can't ... move..."It was much easier crawling around between the trunks and the bed frames, and it only took another moment to locate her mistress in the blackness of their sand-covered tomb. She looked almost pregnant. her round swollen cum filled pot belly stretched out her shirt and bulged out over her belt buckle. she rubbed and caressed it, she could feel the warmth of all the creamy cum that filled it. she could not believe how hot this was. yet didnt question how he could cum this much, she had drank almost a gallon of his warm cum at this point, she was trembling from being so turned on. it had only been a dream of hers to drink this much cum. he had f****d her off his cock. When I’m cycling I wear black lycra tights and they are skintight leaving nothing to the imagination, I was naked and pulled my tights on, my penis was semi erect but I tucked it inside and made sure I was comfortable the seam of my tights separated my balls and my cock was hanging to the left, I put a black lycra top on and my cycling shoes and I was ready to go. I looked at myself in the mirror and realised that due to the bright sunlight my tights were almost see through! Well they are my.