Alice widened her legs and pushed a third digit into herself, pushing harshly against her unwilling cunt and loving the sharp pain that changed slowly...to hot and all invading passion. Her eye pressed more firmly to the hole and within the room, the boy was released and left to wrap his hands around his erection. Stroking himself, his knees slightly bent and his handsome bottom tense, he began reciting the Lord's Prayer, each verse punctuated by a gasp of oncoming pleasure as his hands worked. Colin and Tommy flew along with her, sustaining a complex span of notes that filled the room from top to bottom.Wow, this is neat... I listened for a few measures as the guys slowly cycled back and forth between two chords, the durations of each never quite the same. Gwen followed them with the perpetual beat. The whole sound was the reflection of the lyrics, really, suddenly turning disaster onto its head into something beautiful, if still complicated and open-ended. The burning debris of. Floyd Hall had made the football team, but played little and got zero ink. To see his son's name mentioned in the press was heady stuff for him. Floyd had been a virgin on his wedding night and monogamous since. Though against everything he espoused, his son's sexual exploits gave him a secret thrill. Floyd was rather ashamed of his lack of manliness, a major reason he had let his body go so miserably. Siring a son with very macho characteristics had helped to reaffirm his virility.At the same. Sarah let me borrow anecklace that looked nice with my dress. I worked extra hard on my hairand make-up. I was really pleased with how I looked.I had just finished setting the dining room table (for three becauseSarah was joining us) when the door bell rang. I was excited that mysister was here. I ran to the door as quickly as I could in my highheels. I opened the door and there was Caitlin, dressed smartly inblack wool pants and black boots and a cropped tan lambskin jacket overa crisp white.