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Shortly thereafter I poured myself into her."Oh, man," she said, cuddling with me in the aftermath, "I needed that so badly." That makes two of us," I grinned.Sex is wonderful. Sex with Ian went right beyond wonderful and straight into nirvana.I cuddled up next to him and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating in time with my own as his hand lazily stroked my hair. This is what I missed; the closeness, the contentment. I could lay here with Ian forever and to hell with the rest of the world.I sighed and reached down to idly stroke his limp cock. I knew I would have to tell him about Greg, but not yet. For right now I wanted to forget the loneliness and enjoy the time we had together."Hey, you keep that up and I'm gonna get hard again."Ian's cock began to twitch under my fingers, slowly inflating to half-mast. I turned to grin at him, pressing my breasts against his chest."Oh goody, I was hoping you would."I licked my lips lasciviously and moved down between his. "That's not fair, I'm getting sore there and he has already fucked me stupid," hissed Diane. Suzie just laughed and went back to licking Diane's pussy and suching on her clit. So there I was, fucking Diane's pussy with an added sensation. Suzie was alternating licking Diane's pussy while licking and sucking on my balls. Diane was starting to sob and moan and I felt a familiar feeling, Diane's pussy muscles gripped my cock and she came again and again, her whole body shuddering. "No more. Please no more. My pussy can't take it," moaned Diane. "That's ok sweetie, I'm sure we can move on with his education," said Suzie. With that she eased my still hard cock out of Diane's pussy. I thought she was going to suck it, but no. Suzie put the tip of my cock against Diane's anus. Diane started to wriggle and she tried to move out of the way, but Suzie held her firm and nodded at me. "No! don't you dare you bastards," said Diane, but Suzie held her cheeks apart and assured me it was okay..
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