He was speechless. I grabbed his left hand and placed it on the back of my head. I raised an eyebrow and took him back into my mouth. He let out an au...ible groan as I sucked on him harder. He started to thrust into my mouth. He was pushing hard into my mouth. All I could do was suck hard on him. I could tell he was enjoying it when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started to slam me down his cock. I started to choke a little and gag. My eyes started to tear up and I was going to push. Carol would sit on his couch cross legged, knees spread wide. He sat in a chair looking at her and making small talk. I'd sit beside Carol and rub her legs. John had a stuffed dog on his couch. Carol would casually move it back and forth suggestively between her legs. We could see her sexy underpants. At home we kept up our fantasy talk about her fucking him. We often stayed very late at his place. Carol would still be wearing the T shirt and by now had taken her bra off. One early morning. "Judith," he groaned, catching himself a nanosecond before he spoke Trudy's name instead. Trudy stiffened in his arms, a little jealous. He thought he was doing this to her mother, so he wasn't m*****ing her after all. He was just doing what came natural. She didn't know what to do, really. She knew she was supposed to pull away, but she didn't want to. It felt too nice. Ben's hand slid from her breasts onto her tummy and continued to head down. Trudy felt a moment of panic. What. They rolled up to a large building which looked to be a gym. It was brightly lighted inside. OK Carla, take your knife and slit my dress on this side, just like the walking slit on the other side. My shoes are gone, and that's fine I prefer to be barefoot, help me out of these stockings, they are in ruins anyway. Silve you are not going to kick are you, he's too big. No, it's just for balance. Tie my hair back in a ponytail and tuck it under my dress. OK, let's go in. As they entered they.