He kept pounding and pounding, my second orgasm crept up on me and them my third. "You know what else makes me feel like a lucky man?" I was beyond response to anything verbal. He wore me out. It was a wonder I was still standing. Or maybe it was because he was holding my weight by my waist.

He was uncontrollable by now, I knew he was close. At the park this other day, I was with a group of women, nice people, they were talking about stuff. At first I didn't want to listen to them, it ...