“Oh, stuff it, Jen. You didn’t see what happened when you went to get your food. That’s when I saw the one triplet rubbing her fake tits on Tim�...�s shoulder as she was giving her sisters their lunch. If she could have, she would have pulled his dick out and started teaching a pole dancing class right in the middle of the cafeteria.”“My, my, my! Now that would have been a sight,” Patricia Townsend, the Algebra teacher and faculty sponsor/coach of the Patriots Dance Team added, while joining the. Slap my face with it. Rub the head between by sopping cunt lips. Drive me crazy with that thick tool of yours until I can’t stand it any more. Make me beg you to take me into the bathroom for a golden shower, after which I can suck your fat cock up hard and you can fuck me in as many holes as you’d like. Yeah. I’m picturing you right now, bending me over, with my hands up against the wall of the shower stall while you fuck me hard and fast the way I love it while the water streams. "Dad? There's somebody here to see you." Who is it, that General again? What's he want?" he grumbled."Please, Dad, just get up, okay?" she said."Okay, fine, fine, have it your way," he said. He stood up, turned around, and promptly dropped his beer. His mouth fell open, and he looked to Jennifer with uncertainty. She nodded. He walked towards his wife, reached out and put his hands on her shoulders, still not believing his eyes."Hi," she said with an uncertain smile. "I'm sorry it took me so. . crap ... what can we do to get it ... up?”Jason sat back, putting his hands behind his head. “Well, I think you need to apologize to it.”The girl looked completely out of her depth. “How ... how do I... ?”“Take off your shirt, come over here, and give it a kiss.”The trim brunette looked over at the other guard, who shrugged. The bitch paused for a moment, took a breath, and then pulled her tattered shirt over her head.Not bad, Jason thought. Her breasts were maybe a little small. He had only.