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But Chris's sperm didn't look anything like mine did. Instead of being an off-white-colored, oily-looking seminal fluid with thicker globs of sperm floating around in it, Chris's semen flew out in very long, thick, almost-pure-white streamers. It almost had the consistency and the look of white cake frosting. And there was lots and lots of sperm. Chris must have ejaculated at least two or three times the amount of semen that I did during an orgasm. I was literally blown away by what I saw! It was as if Chris's dick-head had turned into a little "sperm-volcano." And I just shook my head, as the realization hit me that it was the same "gushing" dick-head that I had had in my mouth just two days ago, down in The Pit. By the way, it was very obvious BBW & Fat Sex to me--by the way that Chris was giggling away like a little girl, and by how his face had quickly turned red--that, despite his earlier outwardly-macho behavior, he was feeling just as embarrassed about letting me see his ejaculation, as I was earlier, about letting him see mine . After we were both finished cumming, we continued to play with each other's dicks for a little while, with each of us taking turns, as we were finger-rubbing some of our own freshly-ejaculated sperm all over the blowjob other person's dick-head. And while we were busy doing that, we talked to each other about what we had just done together, and about how exciting it was for us to jack off each other's dicks, instead of our own. Then we both went into the bathroom together, and took turns using a warm wet washcloth to gently wipe off and clean up our sticky genitals. We then rinsed out the same wet washcloth and took it back into the bedroom with us, so that we could use it to wipe up as much sperm as we could off of the carpet in my bedroom. Needless to say, my mother definitely would not have been pleased, if she would have come home from work to find dried-up sperm puddles and streaks all over the carpet, by the side of my bed. As Chris and I were both getting dressed, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me again the very next afternoon at my house, if that was okay with me. And of course, I told him that it was "okay with me"--which was a huge understatement on my part. What I was really hoping at that very moment, was that Chris would change his mind about leaving. I wanted him to pull his pants back down, and have sex with me again, right there on the spot--because, believe it or not, I could feel my dick already starting to "grow" inside my pants again. And we were still in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed and locked. But instead, Chris opened the bedroom door, and I followed him into the living room, and we simply said our goodbyes to one another. But right before Chris stepped out of the front door of my house to walk back home to his, he assured me that he was fine with us just jacking each other off for now, until I finally became more comfortable with the whole situation, and let him know that amatoriale I was ready to start trying other things. And with that, he left my house. Meanwhile, I was still feeling so horny and mentally excited from what had just taken place between Chris and me, that I went straight back to my bedroom, closed and locked my bedroom door behind me, retrieved my hidden stash of "visual masturbation aids"--which at this point in my amateur life, took the form of mostly Hustler and Penthouse men's magazines--and I stared at the photos of the naked, spread-legged women's pussies, while I got naked from the waist down myself, and then jacked off my already fully-erect dick. But unfortunately, due to my exceptionally high level of mental sexual excitement, that post-Chris's-departure-from-my-house jack-off session still didn't "do the trick" for me. I just kept on getting spontaneous boners throughout the rest of the afternoon. And I also couldn't help but think about what Chris had meant when he italian had told that we would eventually be "trying other things" together. After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the "boner from hell" that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own. One of the men got up, came over to us and said, God yes!" ..Once and for all. “Well, I was told that you and your girlfriend and your two daughters all came down yelling and screaming about how you were being overcharged and wanted the money back.” He told us. President McTaggart smiled at me as she italian waited at the entrance to collect clothing, nodding her head in delight. She was apprehensively trembling as she consented to his offer. All of his knights had told him amatoriale that the surrounding armies had withdrawn a bit after his visit to them. As if on cue they switched us and we had new ladies from the foursome doing the same thing. It was incredible. I do as she says and climb on the bed and plop my tush next to hers. Emelie. It started six years ago. I could still feel his excitement and orgasmic vibe. I lunge forward. You're a needy slut.” Barbara gasped as Mark stroked his meat in and out of her wetness. “And my pussy hasn’t been dry either,” she whispered in the phone. She stops and quickly replies. At that same moment, my body betrays amateur me again as my cock spews another stream of spunk. Just as she may have begun to regain herself there was the unmistakable sensation of semen jetting at her cervix and that reignited her. Tony saw the signs, laughed and said, He nooded. I could go home, finish myself off blowjob to the BBW & Fat Sex most intense orgasm ever and be a lot richer in the process. Then he starts pinching her nipples. We both became very proficient at our skills, far more developed than anyone our ages and likely better than most adults.