Present – Ira and Mira – Conference roomMs. Donaldson is an annoying female saluki! First she threatens to force us to leave her compound (as if s...e could possibly do that) and now she doubts the veracity of my words. I glare at her and respond, "I cognate my assistance is not appreciated. I will continue with my repast."I park my derriere at the table and commence to consume this wonderful stew of beef. Jack further demands, "What the hell are you doing? Tell me what you know!"I glance at him,. Her eyes moved down to his still large but shrunken penis. It lay curled in her panties, along with the evidence that he had recently climaxed. There was a dribble of juice running from the head. He had obviously fallen asleep moments after his climax. Allison was very familiar with that male trait. Suddenly she could actually smell the familiar odor of semen. It made her light headed. Her vagina quivered and her legs trembled. She could still see her own wetness on the gusset of the panties. He felt uncomfortable with that, but again, excited. He had never considered that he would get turned on by another guy and dismissed these feelings at that moment. As the game ended, Dwayne got up to say good-bye and that he hoped that they could meet again. Jon stood and they shook hands. As Dwayne began to go down the bleacher stairs, he turned back to Jon and asked him if he wanted to go get a soda. Jon, much to his surprise, jumped at the chance."Well, to make a long story short, Bob," Jon. He listened to the hard slapping sound each time their bodies collided. He watched Brenda fingering her cunt. As she stretched her hands to her cunt, her upper arms were pressing her tits toward the center of her chest. In spite of being partially restrained by her arms, her tits were flopping up and down with each of his thrusts, the chain from the nipple clamps bouncing about wildly. Brenda’s eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was wide open, her face covered with her own cum, she was.