Harold grunted like a wild boar as he emptied his balls inside her. He continued to thrust for a full minute after his climax subsided, whipping their... combined juices into a frothy lather before his spent dick wilted.Betty wrapped her pale arms around his chocolate brown body and squeezed him tight. His flaccid cock, still as long as her husband's was when fully erect, stayed inside her, plugging her hole and holding his seed in her womb. She tensed the muscles in her canal, squeezing his dick. But no chance of that, because as soon as I walked into the room, one of the guys who had been watching came straight in"open them legs boy, I'm gonna fuck you now" he was about six and a half, cut, and he went straight in. I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders as he shagged me like a piledriver. It was hurting quite a lot, but I think he took my moans as a good thing, and just carried on for a few more minutes until he came. As soon as he was done, he went out of the room, and I. I'd always considered the place pretty much of a stop-gap while I established myself professionally, and I'd done that. So, without much heart for it, I went house-hunting and found myself much better digs, which I could now easily afford. Moving day would be the end of the month, which was fast approaching.It was also time, as several of my friends-cum-coworkers had been pointing out to me lately, for me to "get back out there" socially. They'd been terribly sympathetic when I finally. It is part of their development, when they attain the sense of their true self.I had my own friends as well, mostly girls who were into heavy stuff like punk rock, piercings, vampires, Goth paraphernalia -- like metal-studded bracelets and belts as well as black-tinted makeup and baggy clothing. There were a few boys in my gang, but I would usually hate them because they would lust after Sylvia, who was a kind of a living doll, always pretty, always with makeup on. We could be identical twins.