When she stood up to see the approaching storm more clearly, he stood behind her. He undid the buttons down the back of her dress, keeping his touch l...ght. Then he scratched her back on either side of her spine. She gasped when a bolt struck near them. He pulled her back against him and held her breasts through dress and bra. She couldn't tell whether her nipples hardened in response to him or to the lightning.The approaching rain looked like a wall. She could see it move across the yard, hear. She didn’t even get up to hug Mom or Dad goodbye, afraid she may have soaked through her shorts already. She knew Tommy had seen, and heard, and that thought made her even hornier.Finally, Mom and Dad were out of the house. Laura stole a peek out the front window, and stealthily watched as the car left the drive, and headed to the mall.When she turned around, Tommy was already naked, his fine young cock at attention. Laura still had nothing to compare to, but Tommy’s young cock was. They lifted the comatose man onto his feet and offered Wally his victor's spoils: The priceless sight of the executive's still swollen and throbbing genitals, still dribbling cream, slicked over with a whitewash of rich, pungent cum. His thick pubic hair too was caked and matted with the gop. And his well-trained belly and hard thighs were gleaming with nectar as well.Wally shouted out, "Isn't this a lovely dish to set before the king!" as he dipped a booted toe into the glob in the man's nest. But it happened. I made love to Mrs. Teller, and it was magical. I held her, kissed her, and felt that glorious pussy about my new futa-cock. And then she came. I came. I flooded her pussy.It was the best feeling ever.And then Mrs. Teller felt so guilty. She was married, her husband asleep upstairs along with my best friend, Lana. Mrs. Teller had bolted off of me, fleeing the living room in a panic, leaving me sitting on her couch in a crying daze.I had my wish, and she rejected it. Mrs. Teller.