Anne pulled away, blowing a stray strand of hair way from her mouth, looking at Stan wide-eyed. Standing, she reached for the zip of her dress and pul...ed it down, shimmying as she did, the dress pooling like oil at her feet. Seeing Stan’s face, she grinned a moment and threw a cliché model’s pose, right hand behind head, left at her hip, throwing her body into a figure ‘S’. Standing there in a lacy black half-bra and matching panties, her blonde hair in complete contrast to the outfit, Stan was. I suspected Mom would have had quite a bit to say about me going to church given my ‘sinful, immoral, and deviant’ lifestyle. It really wasn’t worth the trouble for something I didn’t think was all that important.I made my usual weekly call to Karin and had a nice chat with her. We couldn’t get too deep into anything because of the limited time, but our letters made up for it. I did enjoy being able to speak Swedish on a regular basis as well, because it would help me retain my language. Bill fucked his entire finger in and out of Kris' pussy again and again. His cock grew harder as he felt her pussy muscles tugging on his finger. With a groan, he yanked his finger out of her and mounted the young girl."Yesssss, fuck meeeee," Kris whimpered."Don't worry, Sis, I'm gonna fuck you, all right!" Bill growled, thrusting his whole cock into the teenager's tight cunt hole and not stopping until his balls slapped up against her upraised ass."Jeeeesus, look at everyone," Matt moaned. He. “N-no, Goddess,” he stammered, as he withdrew his mouth.“No, Goddess—that’s right! I want you to lubricate it properly, John. I want it nice and slippery! It needs to be slippery to go where it’s going!”He reached onto the dresser for the bottle of lubrication, and squeezed some onto the intimidating phallus, adding to his saliva, covering it, massaging it.“Now your ass, John; make it ready for me.”He slipped his fingers around his asshole, lubricating, pushing a finger inside. She watched him.