Dad would ask me at the dinner table every night how much homework I had and if I’d done it on the bus. Usually I got most of it done on the bus, bu... I knew that after dinner I had to finish it because before bed Dad would ask if I was done. He’d take a look at my work and nod his head. I don’t think he ever understood anything that I was studying. Not that he was dumb, but he worked on the ranch next door more than he studied until he was eighteen and entered the service. He was smart, but he. As he finally was now sitting on my dick, he struggled to keep himself upright, the fucking was so intense. But he took it, and as I sensed the ride was getting closer to its pinnacle, his little dick was once again hard and pointing upward, bouncing up and down as he rode my cock. I could sense my second orgasm of the night was about to break loose. As I kept pumping my cock mercifully into Skylar’s ass, his own dick was about to explode again as well. He came nearly more than he did the. "I don't have a phone on me."She got her cell, and extended it to me as if I had the plague, and she was afraid of catching it. I called 911 and told them there had been a home invasion, and that the intruder had been subdued, but needed an ambulance.Within minutes there were sirens. My mother, of all people, burst through the door when the ambulance pulled up. She took in the scene and went to Jack. She got on a knee and examined him. She looked up at me."Who did this?" The tracheotomy?" I. She tried not to think about the lip gloss and the eyelash shadow she had hidden in the bottom of her back-pack. She hoped she would not get in trouble with the monks for using the frivolous stuff but she like to look at her face in the mirror sometimes with her face painted up like a real society girl ready to go out on the town in the big city. She knew it was only a fantasy but she liked to pretend that she had secret admirers who would cuddle her and sit at her feet looking up at her beauty.