.......................................The dripping had ended when I felt myself return consciousness again,but the same dull hum of the ceiling fans ...emained. It was accompaniedby another noise, and one that would have caused the hair to stand up onmy neck, if not for the fact that I could feel nothing. It sounded likemetal scraping on metal, like someone using a rake on a chain linkfence, over and over again. Or, it could have been something else,something much worse. It didn't ease my fear. She was turning into an old maid if one innocent glance could have such an effect on her. Confusion was setting in her mind though. That look didn't seem so innocent. No, she told herself, she was just imagining things. The problem wasn't her son; it was her lack of a sex life. She settled back into her chair, berating herself when she realized that her son's stare had gotten her juices flowing. She felt her nipples pushing against her snug bra. She was absolutely shocked that her body had. When his lips touched mine, my mind knew it was going to happen.I don’t know if it was the pot cookie or just lust. But when Frank’s voice turned heavy with desire and said. Come get some of this white dick. You know you want it; tell me you want.” Frank’s hands on my shoulders push me to my knees.I unzip his pants and his thin white snake sprung free, smacking me in the face. I unbuckle Frank’s grey slacks and allow them to hit the floor. I was face to face with Frank’s cock and I whispered,. Moment erwiderte Sandra hastig, Tim ist gleich da undverschwand in ihrer Zeltkabine. Kurz darauf kam sie wieder raus mit Timim Schlepptau. Tim?Irgendwas stimmte da nicht. Vor mir stand Sandra und einen schwarzenSamtkleid und daneben stand noch mal Sandra. Nur diese "Sandra" hattekurze schwarze Haare die sehr Strubblig in alle richtigen standen, eineschwarze Lackhose und ein schwarzes Lackoberteil welches so eng geschn?rtwar das auf H?he der Brust etwas war was da nicht h?tte sein d?rfen..