Melissa came round every evening and we’d have a drink and talk. By the third day we were really comfortable with each other and hung out in our und...es, it was her idea. So it was by the fourth evening I was sitting on the couch in just my boxers as Melissa sat on the couch her back against the armrest and her legs stretched out, her feet resting on my lap. She was wearing cute white cotton panties and a cotton vest that left little to my imagination. We talked as we drank our beers slowly.. Nothing happened at first. Almost immediately, a burst of mental energy hit us with such force I'd have fallen if I hadn't been sitting down. This only lasted a second before it was gone.Suddenly, Tim began to speak, "You God Damned, Mother fucking, son-of-a-bitch, bastard, cock suckers are going to die for this. I'm going to kill every ass licking one of you!" Who are you?" I asked calmly."None of your mother fucking business, cock sucker. Get out of my mind!" We might consider getting out,. Tony took the front of the rig, steering us, while I had the heavier back section. We had to be careful not to step on their legs, and it did take some practice to stop on our marks. This gave Nora and Karen a chance to practice their death scene, wearing long skirts like they would in the play.The next day, during Thursday rehearsal after school, we were all set to work through the rest of the scene. This involves a very lengthy interrogation by the ‘detectives’ of the bus driver, who was one. "Mmmmmm, y-yes, uhhhhh, yessssss... so nice!" "Do you know who's fucking you, Mom?" "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she replied sleepily. "Who, Mom?" I growled. "Who's fucking you?" "Uhhh! Ummmm, y-you are Billy," came the reply I wanted to hear. "You are, baby!" "Do you like me fucking you, Mom?" I asked, but the answer was obvious. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh! You feel so gooo... uhhhh, baby! So damn good! Harder! Mmmmmmm, do it h-harder!" I slammed my cock into my mom's cunt, fucking her deeply, pleasuring us both. Her.