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It was Patty's knitted sweater. It was the sweater she always wore when we went out for hot, steamy furry sex or to go to her job as a volunteer fire fighter. It was the same grey sweater with the same little torn threads on her sleeves where she would shove it up her vag. I could see Jamal from the corner of my eye; his dong just as expanded as mine as all the last of our semen drained. I picked up the sweater slowly, holding it up in front of me. I then pulled out my lube and dumped it all over the sweater. I then began to furiously masturbate with it. As I began masturbating, Guile's theme started playing. It was the most pleasurable experience if my life. My hand was groping up and and my shaft so fast. After I ejaculated, I noticed there was a large and thick blood stain soaking all the way through the jumper. Almost as big as my shlong. It started thick from the collar and became thinner as it went down the sweater.