“My goodness, everybody’s awake already?” mom said, making some scrambled eggs.I got my mug, poured myself a cup, then offered Dad a refill.“J...y, do you want more coffee?” I asked.“AHA – the gentleman strikes again. Whatever time you came in; I didn’t hear a thing – thanks kids,” dad said.As she brought the eggs to the table Mom asked, “What did you two go see anyway?”“Well,” I said, “We missed everything good, so we bought tickets for the late showing and went to dinner first.”Dad wondered. “The house doesn’t have the ductwork.”“What about window units?” she asked.“They’re noisy. I’m not sure they’re worth the expense for the half-dozen days a year we’d use them. Did you have air in your apartment?”“No, but we always had a breeze.”“I’ll open the windows. It should cool off.”Loren found a scrap of wood from the swing set and used it to block open the sliding door leading to the patio. He bounded up the stairs and opened windows in the bedroom. “Say bonne nuit to Loren,” Abrielle. To feel that full and stretched feeling that comes with penetration. To be at the verge of losing control and enjoying the rush of pure bliss as you let go and leap. He is teasing her relentlessly with the hard tip driving her mad with building lust. Her hips rock back as he pushes in slightly too only pull back out leaving her wanting more. She can feel in become easier with each thrust from her wetness over his skin and he goes deeper and deeper with every stroke. As he is about to what feels. " He knelt behind me and pushed the butter stick forcing part of it up my ass. I tried to move away, but was held helplessly in place. JJ told me, "Just relax bitch, you are going to get fucked one way or another. Hell you might even enjoy it." He forced his finger into my asshole and wiggled it around causing me to moan with shame and pain. As the butter melted inside of me, I became very lubricated. He then shoved another finger inside along with the first one. Never before had anything.