Jerry clamped a tight grip upon his prick, holding it as the others froze into their positions of rapture, straining together in an enchanted stillnes.... Waiting, he saw them come slowly apart as Lester backed his leaking cockhead from his wife's ass, as Angela slid out from beneath the swaying form of Debbie, and as Debbie gently collapsed face downward upon the bed.Then Jerry couldn't hang loose any longer and crawled quickly to the head of the bed where his mother's long, slim legs were. Now you’re task is simple. You’re going to touch yourself while you think about your loving doting daddy. You must look at his picture and imagine him touching you, and you must want it. While you’re doing that, you must whisper dirty things about your father. I’ll be listening intently and if you’re not thinking about him, I’ll know it. When you cum, you can go to sleep.”Her hands trembled. Why? Why would he do this to her? How could she do that? She’d never be able to cum, not while thinking. With my toes curled and the pressure in my lower body building, I released the most powerful orgasm of my life into his mouth. He kept licking until I begged him to stop. I got off the desk and back on my knees, taking his hardness in my mouth. I fondled his balls as the tip of his cock poked the back of my mouth. I grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me. I needed him inside me. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Fuck me like a cheap whore.” Chang bent me over his desk, and plunged. She turned to Bobby. "Did you write this?" she asked. Meg snorted at being suspected of playing a trick ... or worse.Nobody looked angry and for once Bobby decided not to go with his natural instinct to deny everything. He took a chance and nodded.Mavis put the paper down and picked up the pencil, handing it to him. "Write something else."A lot of things went through Bobby's mind at that instant. He didn't know what they wanted, or what would be the "right" thing to write. He thought of the.