To misquote the poem” he said. She looked at him and smiled. ‘you have no idea what I’m talking about you dumb bitch’ he unkindly thought.“I...was much further up than you thought, Not waving, but drowning” she adjusted the lines back to him. ‘Oops, my mistake’ he thought.What to do? He was stumped. Perhaps they could smash a door? No, these were solid fire doors, designed to protect the stairwells in the event of a fire.“Won’t security come round?” She asked. Well they would, normally, but they. She thrust her tits into his hands as he caressed them.Vicky mentioned they should dance before they got too horny to stop. They adjusted their clothes, and walked into the swirling mass of throbbing bodies. Soon the rhythm had taken over their sex-heated minds. They moved to deafening beat of the rock music. Vicky could feel the drum beat in her sopping clit. As she gyrated to the music, her thin white mini-skirt slid up her thighs. A tuft of blond pubes was exposed just above her wet pussy.. I'm not healthy enough to have sex. My heart can't take it. Even if it could the medicine they give me has killed any sex drive or desire I use to have." He looked out the window disgusted that his own body had betrayed him the overcast sky matched his mood."I'm sorry to hear that, Dad, I really am but what does that have to do with you showing me a voyeur tape of my own mother?"He took a deep breath and continued, "You're not blind so I know you know your mother is a very beautiful and vibrant. Only his lust drove him to move his hands over her feverish body again.“If ya pop your nut afore I gets off, I’m gonna shoot your ass, bitch.” Mister Lucky didn’t consider this a threat but a challenge to hold off as long as possible.Turning around, she returned to him; he felt the gun. God, where she shoved the thing. “I’m not kidding, bitch. Lose your nut juice, and I’ll blow you a new asshole.”“Oh, God, oh, fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he said.With the gun in his anus, intense pain,.