The thing that was bothering me the most, was how my gaze lingered on Jack's behind as I left him for my own class... very troubling indeed.I felt a t...ckle run up my leg and placed a hand in the area to scratch at that spot. I adjusted myself in the chair as I felt my underwear start to ride up into my crotch. I wanted to fix the problem but knowing full well that everyone would see me doing this, decided to try and wait until class was over and make adjustments then.I brought my feet back. The guy in front of me was hot as fuck. He looked at me a few times with interest. Was I appealing for him? After a few time, the girl decided we should go for a ride… on freaking motorbikes! The guys agreed so we got out of the bar. The hot guy said to me: “Put this on and hold as tight as you can, ok?”. I approved and got on the motorcycle.The wind was so warm and everything felt eliberating. The sunset was amazing, everything felt… perfect. We suddenly stopped near a forest. It sounds like a. A better everything.“Sit your lard ass down!” I growled. “Shut up and just watch. I'm the man of the house, and I'm going to enjoy all the perks!”He let out a blubbery whimper and darted for his recliner. It groaned as he slammed himself down into it, not caring at all about his “back.” I knew his injury was such BS. He stared up at me as I motioned for Alison to my side.My sister approached me, my cum staining her thighs, her round breasts bouncing before her. She reached me, touching my. Bart, what are you doing?! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! Not my cock, please not my cock. Bart then inserted another finger into his piss-slit, followed by another. When the hole was big enough, he quickly pulled his fingers out and jammed the bottom end of the fire-cracker into the hole. He stood above his father, and with one hard push, jammed the entire length of the fire-cracker into Homers cock. Homer screamed in pain as it felt like his cock had been ripped open. Now one last touch, Bart said as.