He starts by saying that obviously everyone knows what just took place on the bridge, this is new territory for Uncle Carl and he does not know what t... say next. I interrupt and tell them that the punishment was my idea to make up for causing so much trouble and I promise that I won't cause any more. One of the crew speaks up and says he likes the trouble I have been causing it is refreshing and fun to have a pretty young free spirited girl on board, especially considering the consequences.. "If by working my magic you mean flirting, then you're wrong. I seriously think he's getting annoyed." He wasn't the only one, still you could hear the smile in her voice. I told her I'd be up in a little while and walked into my bathroom. I passed the mirror and refused to look up. I know I didn't look my best. Again, I was at a frat party. I yawned and thought about the class I had to go to, with our drop dead gorgeous, but sometimes annoying professor, Carter Benson. I sighed, time to get. His hips twisted and turned, his hands roamed over the young woman’s lovely body, seeking to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. Then she straddled him and began rubbing her wet gash against his cock, which was trapped between them. Bill shoved up off the bed, pressing tighter against her. ‘Want me?’ Cindy asked. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. Her nipples had grown erect. ‘Yessssss!!!!’ Bill groaned. ‘God! Yesssss!!! Can’t you tell?’ Smiling, Cindy reached between. I was standing in the middle of the room and my brotherEd was seated on the couch. We were both a bit hungover from the wedding reception the night before. Mick,my nineteen year old son, had gotten married to thissweet little seventeen year old pussy. He was in love.It was so fucking touching. Anyway, Mick came in kindof hanging his head. “You’re late. You’ll be punished extra for that.” “Jesus Dad, it was my wedding night, can’t you cut mesome slack?”.