“Don't worry, Mr. Hardown,” she said. “You can taste me next time.” “I look forward to it,” he replied. “Keep your grades up, Jenna.”... “I will as long as you can keep that cock up,” she answered. “Alright, I gotta go meet Ashley. She'll be pissed if I don't save some of my pie for her. I'll see ya around, Courtney. Mr. Hardown.” She placed the panties inside of her top, flipped up her miniskirt, and gave Mr. Hardown a nice long look at her ass. After a few seconds, she pulled her skirt down. ” “There’s no way I could do all that with multiple ‘takes’ or whatever you call it,” noted Ed, clearly thinking through the situation. “It would have to be done once, because there is no way it could be done twice if you plan to whip my ass for real.” “Exactly!” beamed Joan. “We have to push the limits all in one shooting. We have a terrific film editor who can take all the camera angles and blend them together to make it even more substantial than it was in real time.” Then her voice. They both stopped but didn't move much. Jerry was going slowly too. We didn't want to distract them. Abram's butt moved up and down. They were going to get started again. This time it would be for a long time. Jerry had an orgasm and I turned my face down in the pillow and had one and we went to sleep. The bed didn't shake or move at all from their movements. It's thick and sturdy, like Jerry and Abram. The next day from breakfast to night time was absolutely wonderful. They were a pair right. As they’d gone home Darren had asked why. ‘Same crime, same punishment.’ She’d shrugged. Now Darren apprehensively approached the front door to the bungalow Gillian’s parents now occupied. He’d known them well enough before, but would they still remember him? ‘Mrs. Stewart? I don’t know if you remember me, my name is…’ ‘Darren! Of course I remember you, how are you now? Come in, come in.’ She almost pulled him across the doorstep. Mr. Stewart got up painfully from his chair. ‘Back trouble.’ He.