The other girls were staring at her with those big eyes, the middle eyestaring even harder. Each of them was stroking their own dicks, moving inlittle...circles to get it ready for another one. Dr. Good turned to themwith a glare that seemed to make them realize that this one was for hersince she'd acquired him.Gasping for air she could feel that thick strange cock inside of her,getting thicker with every thrust. Her inner walls contracted against thelovely cock before her toes curled beyond her. My cock was as hard as a bat while I was sniffing her cute thongs. I was about to blow my load when I heard my stepdaughter and her friend come home from work. I hurried up and stuffed her laundry back in the hamper and closed her underwear drawer. I opened her closet door and hid in her closet. I was hoping I wasn’t going to get caught. It would be hard to explain what the fuck I was doing in her room.“Lisa, it doesn’t look like my folks are home. I could give you a massage.”“That would be. He poured some oil between my boobs which flowed down to stomach. He gave me the best boob massage ever. He brought them together then apart, worked on one by one then both at the same time. I was moving and moaning a little. He even played with my hard nipples. It felt awesome. It still does. My eyes were closed so I couldn`t see anything. As he was massaging my tits, he was by my head. And the more he moved, the more I could feel his crotch against my head. I didn`t respond to it. He must. My palms are screaming and my headthrobs. Emma looks at me worriedly."Are you OK?" she asks."No!" I cough. "I'm not fucking OK!" I exclaim.I feel Emma's hands on the clasp of the rumba panties. It pops loose."You're OK," she diagnoses. "But you've had enough." You're crazy!" I tell her."That was hilarious," she counters. "And don't worry, no one sawanything." Owens saw me," I tell her. "Again!" But you are OK?" she asks with genuine concern."I hate you," I say. "This is wrong." You slept in a.