His hand shot to the cut above his eyebrow,:and the b***d ran out onto his palm. Then the room came into focus again.On the other side of the bed, Bar...y’s father, six foot two and two hundred thirty pounds of hard-skinned rancher, stood with his ham like fists tightly clenched, his eyes red with fury. Nancy’s scream was louder than any of her previous ones, and trickles of Barry’s white cum still dribbled from the corners of her mouth while team streamed from her frightened. He couldn't help but admire the long legs that stretched out from under her short cheerleading skirt."That's not a regulation length skirt, is it?" he asked, willingly his voice to be whimsical. He gestured with unconscious familiarity, remembering wistfully of the firmness of her bare thigh. "Not that I'm complaining."She smiled and picked up his hand, interlocking her fingers with his. His heart lurched."Just keep your eyes on the road, horn dog. It's my freshman skirt, and I've sort of. And waited. And waited some more.Apparently there was an accident both South and North of us and Ubers were stuck. We could wait, or we could walk. Neither of us wanted to walk due to our inebriated state, but we had no choice... so I decided to make the best of our walk! Within our first few steps, I immediately put my hand under Nicole's dress and grabbed a hold of her right ass cheek, and didn't let go. She smiled at me and said, "Careful, that thing might go off from all the gluten I just. ” What?” I asked. Sarah did not answer. Her tits wiggled back and forth as she undid the button on her jeans; they dangled and swayed as she slid her jeans down over her hips. As Sarah stepped out of her jeans, I could see the muscles in her thighs and stomach, her arms and shoulders, tighten and stretch. As her jeans slid down her legs, Sarah revealed her pussy, still with a tuft of blonde hair at the top of her slit, and wet, light brown, flowering pussy lips. Sarah stood up, put her hands.