I tried to mumble something, anything, and to rise up, but Miranda’s weight on top of me pinned me down. Through a mist of apprehension, I heard he... voice – unconcerned, soothing, and telling me not to worry, it’s all OK. Then Geraldine shifted position slightly and more of the corridor light fell on her face – and with huge relief I could see that she was not angry, but smiling. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, whilst Miranda smoothly rolled off me to lie. Bending on her body I pushed my rod again and again and she raising her butt and tightening her cunt muscles sucked my dick with her pussy. Changing my position I slept on the bed and gave her the chance to fuck my dick. Sitting on my erect hard prick she opened the lips of her cunt and entered the tool in her hole. By lowering and raising her pelvic region she played with my dick. The stream of juice flowing from her cunt made me wet. Catching her hanging breasts tightly I went on giving. Why is it that it's always the authority figures who have the kinkiest fetishes? Most people can just fuck for fun."Hey, you can't just..." I began to say, not really sure where I was going, before I was interrupted."Whoa Kelly, looks like you were right about the bet. Who's the clown?" said my brother Bud as he swung into the scene and pulled Officer Dan off of me. Apparently he had been watching all the action from the foot of the stairs, and had decided this was the time to intervene. It. He was hard as a railroad spike, and equally long. “Holy fuck,” he muttered. “Who are you dreaming about?” More loudly, he whispered: “Don’t wake up, Dude.”Throwing back the covers, Tim grabbed the waist of Tyler’s pajama bottoms and pulled them down and off. Tyler was naked beneath. He wore a Freddy Mercury T-shirt. His erection was beautiful. “Holy fuck,” Tim repeated. Curious, he asked Tyler: “Who are you dreaming of, dude?”Tyler muttered a name. “No way,” Tim muttered. “Repeat that?” Tim.