Max had already captured Sheryl. Porn video He wants it.”
I gave up the fight and lubed Max’s ass. I refilled my glass
of wine and downed it. He started sobbing! “It’s OK,” I whispered back. Round over. My mind said no but my cock said this was a lot
better than Mrs. Sox. I’m glad Rick is this open. Sox. We did the dinner
thing — a quaint little bistro that had great food; nothing too fancy just
good eats, great wine and warm conversation. How my
cock demanded more attention than it did now, and now it had to get off at
least once a day — that meant a lot of jerking off. Wrong. Max slid from under the covers, wrapped
his arms around Sheryl and hugged her. He stared into my eyes. He was there with us in the theater. Sheryl kept eying me as Max
told his story.
