Soon, they were no longer standing, and both were trying to get out of their respective clothing. Sharon was already wet - from both hard work and sex...al arousal. She took his manhood without the need for any additional foreplay, and her natural juices allowed him to slide all the way into her, until their pubic areas met with a bit of a bump.David couldn't remember when Sharon was wetter and hotter. They fucked with total abandon. He licked the salt sweat off of her back and her breasts, he. Of course it couldn't end that easily. Jack wouldn't allow it. He approached us, that same spiteful look on his face. Before long, he was blocking our path."Get out of our way," Mr. Taylor said in a voice so calm that it scared me."It's not over, Stephanie Taylor. It's not over," Jack stated bluntly."Get out of our way or I'll kill you where you stand," Mr. Taylor nearly shouted. What scared me the most was that I think he meant it.I didn't thing he would, but Jack complied, a devilish grin on. I drove my Mom home. She didn't say anything during that ride. When we got home, the house was all dark. I guess my little siblings were sleeping which was good. Mom undressed her clothes in the middle of the hallway, threw all of it in the washing machine and went to the washroom. She was pissed off. I sat down on the couch and thought about what just happened. I heard a flush from the toilet and the shower turn on right away. I didn't know what to do. I realized that I had to use the. So jist shutup and let me concentrate on the game." H-H-How much d-do I n-n-need?" Stitch muttered. Visions of the poor helpless girl rolling and tossing beneath his driving cock fiickered through his mind like a pornographic film."Five dollars each. Anybody I lose my five dollars to, gits her for one time, and I git my five dollahs back." I-I-I only got t-t-two," Stitch whimpered piteously "G-G- Gemme some c-credit, D-D-Duke, p-please." You others got it?" he directed at Shorty and Coke."Yeh,".