I pushed him back down on his face and fucked him and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back up and fucked him and pushed him down so he wa... flat on his stomach and fucked him.The soft throat sounds he had made earlier had changed into loud combinations of groans and grunts, coming from deep in him. He panted like a dog. I don’t know what sounds I was making – probably stronger and louder. I was only aware of his. Finally some sense returned to my brain and I realized I may have been. I hear the door click. I feel sick. He comes in and sees my ashen face and the telltale ticket and asks, "Whatcha got there?" A speeding ticket." Hmm. I see. How'd that happen?"My eyes fall to my hands. If I tell him everything it'll be worse, but if I leave out the fact I was talking on the phone, and he finds out later it won't be better. And he usually finds these things out. I took a deep breathe, "I missed the sign for 35 mph and the cop pegged me at that corner where they like to hide.". It was Sunday night after Andy and Gretchen had both been recruited for Transformations. Gretchen was to be the Food Service Director while Andy was to be one of the attendants. He had just given his mother a massage to put her to sleep after a day of euphoria and collapse. Carla (she insisted he drop the 'Aunt') had watched the massage and insisted on one of her own.Carla had undressed in front of him and stretched out for her massage. As he worked, she had held his cock, stimulating him, but. Your kind is not welcome here." He almost barked the words under hisbreath in an attempt not to be overheard. The blood drained from my face as my stomach rolled and tears threatened."I have an invitation from the bride and groom, so get out of my way youmiserable old bastard." I spoke a little loudly with emotion and fearpushing the words. He winced slightly but growled back and grabbed my armas I went to move past."If you so much as attempt to set foot in that church I will stop you andthat.