Curiosity got the better of me and I stood up and walked through the water into another room it was dark, but I could feel I was not alone, true enoug...h I found I was surrounded by a dozen naked guys of all ages, hands immediately touched me up, my cock, arse, chest legs. bodies rubbed against me,I felt a hand cup my balls, as another hand gripped my cock. in return I held my hands out and grabbed a cock in each hand. this was ecstasy, I wanked one to completion, something hot splashed my leg as. Mom was disappointed that I had not been plowing thru hundreds of pussies over my high school years-spewing gallons of jizz into the wombs of women. Dad had come home but needed to be gone over my birthday. My birthday was on a friday night and mom took me out to eat. We had a great time and mom drank way too much. She kept telling me she had a special surprise for me when we got home. We got home and mom could hardly walk into the house she was so drunk. We got in and she said we should. However, it was one that I would recognize anywhere. Graham stood, tall and stoic in his deep blue uniform. He looked older, the kind of older that doesn’t come with only years. It made me wonder if I had also aged, and how. His dark hair was pulled back at the nap of his neck. His face was tanned and sharpened. He no longer had the wandering look about him from years before, instead his hands were steadily clasped behind his back and he was looking straight forward. He was looking at me. I. Closer! Inches away from her face, a gorgeous wasteland of smeared cum, tears, make-up, her own saliva...Her nails are scraping her skin of silk. Plowing off your thick sperm, harvesting what she craves.She swallows every single drop of what you left. It's not enough. There are so many frames left. The Olympus casts on her an unquenchable thirst. She falls down, her breasts grinding against wood, nails and books. She brings her right hand to her mouth, gulping her own juices now. Her left hands.