Right as she made her final 'e', I took the eraser and erased half of all she wrote. "You're not done yet, naughty tease." I laughed.Caitlin dropped t...e marker and fell to her knees. Her hands covered her face as a garbled mess of words came from her mouth. "Please, no more! I'm sorry!" She difficulty said.I wasn't about to let tears sway me. I grabbed her wrist and brought her to her feet again and stared in to her watery eyes. "You brought this upon yourself!" I grinned. "And it looks like. I pulled into the garage and entered the house with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step. When I didnt see anyone in the living room or kitchen I headed straight for our bedroom. As I stepped into the room I saw what I was hoping to see. There on our king sized bed were my wife, Joan and Tina in a 69 position, lapping at each others pussies. Joan, my 24-year-old wife is small, being about 53 and weighing 114 pounds. She has milk white skin and firm, perfectly shaped c-cup tits. Tina is. It might break the mood. It was nice to talk this way--nice to have, for once, for just once, a normal conversation."What makes me?" Madison said. "What's the DNA that makes me?" She snorted. "I'm surprised that isn't all over the school already." Umm, I have to say," said Devin in that delicate voice of his, "that if your DNA was all over the school, I'd be extremely confused, because according to what I've heard, you don't actually have a penis."Madison found that she was laughing. So was. I'd thought it would never get better. Up here on the roof, with you dangling over the building, depending on me, depending on my strength, while I fucked you, that was worlds better." She had to agree. There was something about being at his mercy while he fucked the living hell out of her that made it special. She needed a strong man to lean on. And Ted Larson fit the bill to a tee. He was everything she could have wanted.Smart, strong, handsome and one hell of a stud, he could pleasure any.