Several of the insomniac university students were there. One I knew from an English class. Didn’t recognize anyone else. At first, I was hesitant to...join. I wasn’t sure how many were drinking. There were about twelve students and the adult. I climbed the wheelchair ramp. Most of them were smoking and sober, talking about people I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have had time to know them anyhow, and sleep deprivation made it difficult to remember names. I could recognize faces, but rarely place them in. Richard’s penis appeared to be about six inches soft and was as thick as my wrist. I could only wonder how big he was when sexually aroused. To my surprise, as I continued to fondle his scrotal sac and hefty penis, I could feel him begin to swell in my hands. Perhaps he was not under as much control as I thought. I'm sure he was probably looking down at me and getting an eyeful of my deep cleavage. My nipples were hard and seemingly on fire. I'm also sure my face and neck were flushed with. Once more, our vice-principal told everyone that a sign-in sheet would be used to excuse any student who attended our school mates’ funeral.“Good Lord! Mike,” Lynette sobbed as she leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. “This shit ain’t supposed to happen. Why did it happen?”“I don’t know, Baby. You’re right, it’s not supposed to happen, but it did. I can’t imagine how Coach and Mrs. Pierce are felling, right now,” I replied as I gently scratched Lynette’s head with my right hand.“If any. Oh, it was good! It was marvelous, terrific, and she rolled her ass to drive the thing ever deeper. The thick shaft followed easily, and then it was home, then it was buried inside her expanded cunt. Up to the roots, up to the hilt it went, thrilling and lovely. She knew the hairy caress of his full balls as the crack of her ass snugged them close, and gasping, she drew her daddy's face down to press his mouth to a nipple. Lorena wiggled slowly, in ecstasy, upon the huge prick now jammed in her.