I put the coffee on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed gently stroking Tiff’s hair happy that I had got rid of my morning wood. It took a...few minutes but as the coffee smell filled the room Tiff slowly started to come round, she looked up at me focussing her eyes, “Oh morning sir” she said in a soft sleepy voice finally seeing who I was, “Where’s mum?” she asked and I had to explain that she was downstairs with my sister, Tiff giggled and thanked me for the coffee as it was just as. A quick look up and down the hall revealed that so far he was alone. He stepped over to the other door, turning the knob silently and pushing it open slowly. Two heads were on the pillows in the bed. He could see both very well despite the blackness of the room. He would have to be quick and silent, hopefully grabbing one and killing the other before either could raise the alarm or put up a fight. The zipper of his kit seemed almost unnaturally loud as he pulled it open, grabbing out a small. On the front seat of his 1948 Ford coup, Marty’s hard cock made entry into Molly’s very wet pussy. Marty was unable to control himself, he prematurely ejaculated filling Molly’s pussy with his potent cum. Molly was not only unprotected, it was her fertile time of the month.Marty was so embarrassed at his lack of control, he was unable to get it up again, leaving a very frustrated Molly. Molly had expected Marty to be a great fuck, but was sorely disappointed. He is not going to fuck me again,. In a way, the ball tied the boys to kids everywhere. It was a universal language, made of kicks, head butts, sweeps, and gestures calling for the ball.The game stopped when one of the boys spotted a figure walking down the road. The boys fled the field taking their ball with them. Strangers in the small town represented a danger. One of the boys, as he ran through town, screamed, "A stranger is coming. A stranger is coming."Women ran into houses taking the younger children with them. The men.