She couldn't help but think he looked like somecombination of young Kurt Cobain and the stereotypical "white Jesus,"archetype.Vicky was wearing a slee..., black one-piece dress that hugged her curvesall the way down to her knees. Her long red hair was done up in a highponytail; falling behind her in a thick, fiery wave. Her dress and thedark liner around her eyes were complimented by her black leather bootswhich granted her a couple inches of height on her young suitor.It was so liberating to. " I don't like my part in the play," I told her in an inaudible tone."You don't what?" I don't like my part in the play," I repeated, just a little louderthan the first time."I see. I hardly believe a part in a Cub Scout play would make onesick. So, what part have you been asked to play?" They want him to be Tonto, Mom. And he can't say kemosabe," laughedThomas."Shut up Thomas, jerk." I threw my napkin at him and bounced it off hischin."Alright boys, that's enough! No more throwing things. Mr. Jones are you okay?" Uuuuggghhh," groaned Malcolm, his head spinning as he tried to sit upand winced. His head was resting on something soft and fragrant and ashis vision swam into focus, he saw Hannah's concerned face hovering abovehim. She had his head on her warm lap and was stroking it gently withher hands."Oh thank goodness. When I found you lying here with the lights off, Ithought you'd had a stroke or something. You were out cold Mr. Jones!" Hannah..." groaned Malcolm gripping her. I then turned to him and took out his cock and sucked it.He pushed me onto allfours and rimmed my asshole, then plunged his fingers in it and then told his wife I was readyto be fucked. I told him I wanted to fuck his wife, he said maybe later if I was a good girl. He slowly entered me from behind and fucked me as his wife sat at end of the bed watching.By now a couple of guys came into the room and were watching and stroking their dicks. He asked me what was my fantasy.I told him. He motioned.