Instead of letting me go, Mark reached to his waist and pulled out his cell phone. He pressed his thumb a few times and then aimed it down between my lewdly spread thighs.

"Let him do his tour of duty" mark rumbled. "I'll do mine" and then his hips lunged forward.

Terry isn't small, about eight inches or so; but Mark was thicker, a lot thicker. He was about the same length but when he drove in, my walls stretched to places I never knew before. How do I know he was the same length? Because I felt every single inch ram in, in one stroke.

"OH MY GAWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" I...