I started calling her that when we were around seven years of age and it soon got around our little town so that before either of us realized it, just...about every kid in town was calling her by that unappealing moniker. Boo held it against me to this day. ‘It’s your entire fault that people call me that and you know it. I detest that name and I surely do wish that some of the people in this town had shorter memories.’ Hearing this argument for about the hundredth time wasn’t really what I. I rolled over and rubbed the load of cum in my bush against theblanket to clean up.I waited until I was soft, reached down and grabbed my undies from thefloor by the bed. I slipped into some sleep pants and made my way out intothe living room. What I saw made my just satisfied cock spring to lifeagain.The rain on the roof played like static in the living room. Dad apparentlycouldn't hear me approaching and was in his recliner, with his cock out,eyes closed and enjoying a nice long fist fuck.. I there sat for an hour relishing the scent that emanated from his body as my mind contrived of a million ways to get closer to him. When class ended, I hurried to the bathrooms so I could relieve my aching erection. Walking through the corridors I kept my shoulderbag slung over the front so I could cover the obvious tent my 7 inch cock was making in my Levi's. But as luck would have it, Harry caught up with me and said '' Hey man, wanna come over to a party that I'm throwing at my place this. Amy was lost to lust and began to thrash about on the couch. She rose up on her knees, head down and ass thrust upwards. She was fucking the plastic prick into her twat steadily, from below. Cunt juice poured down her thighs and soaked the cushions under her belly. Her lovely bottom described geometrics in the air. Bob whipped his pants open and his prick came charging out like a wounded buffalo. “Buzzz,” he intoned, as he moved to the couch and knelt behind Amy’s heaving buttocks. The.