Matilda slapped his arm. "I like you. I want us to be friends. You're the only one my age I know. If you got cancer then I wouldn't have any friends."...Crash's smile got bigger. "I'd like to be your friend, too. Okay, I'll try to quit. But only because we're friends." What are you doing here?" Matilda asked."I live here." He thrust his thumb over his shoulder without turning."With your family?" Naw, ain't got no family. Been on my own for a long time." I don't have a family either." What about. “Twenty-two minutes ma’am, he is a sex machine,” Mary chimes in as Elise and I manage to orgasm together.In the afterglow as we wind down in the shower alcove together Elise asks, “We are not finished with you yet. Can you get it up again for us? I want you on your back while Mary fucks you while you lick my cunt lips and Lord Michael watches. Did you enjoy her St Trinians look? She has a very good body for a fiftyish woman.”“What can we do to help you get your nine-inch erection back? Lots of. I was forcing my cock in and out, to the hilt every push. I stopped on occasion to allow her to gasp for air, but went right back to fucking her face. The pace prevented her from swallowing as regularly as she would if she was in control. She was trying to catch air at every chance. Whenever she tried to swallow it would inevitably make her gag or choke. Her spit building up on my cock felt sloppy and good. Pulling it out and wiping her own spit all over her face from time to time felt just as. Before it could become too evident, he lifted the 'mask' up and stretchedit over his own head, which was quite a feat. Brushing the black hair tothe side to hang down the front, he grunted a bit at the strain as hequickly aligned the facial features of the mask over his own, then tuggedthe seam on his back all the way up to the nape of the neck, and sealed itshut.His legs once again buckled and the discomfort washed over him, droppinghim into a whirlpool of vertigo. He felt bones crack, muscles.