The all familiar feeling was unmistakable.“Oooooh fuck Kayla!! I’m coming in your ass!!!” Stream after stream of pearly white cum shot into her ...sshole coating the inside completely. The sudden feeling of her ass being filled up caused yet another orgasm for Kayla and she yelled in the high of pleasure once again. Soon enough, we collapsed onto the bed, completely drained and exhausted.For nearly five minutes, we did nothing but lay there, spent and tuckered out from the serious ass-fucking we. It was a relief to no longer be living at home. There weren’t any rules and I had plenty of privacy. Uncle Jack was gone most of the time, busting his ass at the office. Aunt Cassie spent a lot of time out with her friends so there was a lot of alone time. My curiosity drove me into rifling through her clothes, seeing what kind of things she wore. My uncle was very lucky to have a woman who wore all kinds of sexy negligee. There were drawers of satin, silk, leather, and latex. There were. While you have to do all the work yourself (unless you are riding on a tandem) going out in groups makes the effort much more manageable. And even though we ride in a line most of the time, making constant conversation problematic, there is enough time, between our rest stops and time spent riding abreast, to learn a lot about the people you are with. Assuming of course that they are both social and able to talk and pant at the same time. We rendezvoused at our regular weekday starting place. After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day, then once a week. After Bob left for work each day, I would lay in bed masturbating, thinking of the man with the huge cock and playing with my pierced nipples.Most of our evenings were spent either watching TV or spending time with Bob’s good friends, Sam and Tonya. Often on Saturdays, we would go to their house and drink while hanging out at.