I wonder if his staff was hard again, I wonder what it looks like, how it would feel in my hand? Ummm, does he want to put in here; was he thinking ab...ut my little tunnel? Ahhh, was he staring at my titties? Was he thinking about pushing his hard staff into this slippery little slit? Oh, I think I want him to, I know it's bad of me, but I want to feel his cock, I want to feel his weight lying on me as he pushes his hardness deep inside me."Would he do what the kitchen maids talked about, would. Like all the other office meetings, this one wasn't directly required, but just the same, one had better put in an appearance. One's job did definitely depend on it. The party was three hours old and I was seriously looking for an excuse to leave.I had to be careful if I left the main party room as most crannies and/or offices were likely places of sexual encounters of the fucking nature and one could never predict who would be doing whom. In this age of political correctness and company. It's better to just leave them where they are."It was with quiet footsteps and muted voices that the little group went on its way, in every mind the bitter thought that if they failed in their task, the same fate could be theirs. Or even if they succeeded, Chad thought to himself. He kept them to a steady walking pace, not wanting to overstress muscles unused to such tasks, stopping frequently along the way to adjust pack straps and rest their feet."Hey, man," Kenny spoke up as they set up camp. I caught a glimpse of Mommy watching through the curtains, her fingers clearly beneath her skirt. She smiled at me, envy in her blue eyes. I knew we would share later gangbangs, but this one was for me alone. She was still my mother, and mothers made sacrifices for their children.“Fuck,” a youthful voice groaned. I recognized that voice.Feet smacked on stage. The men cheered and Emmy's fingers ripped out of my cunt. Hands seized my hips, and then a cock rammed into my snatch. The boy groaned as.