For those that aren't aware exactly what Latoya looks like, she is a dead ringer for porn star Misty Stone, with breast just as pert but a cuter ass. ...he always wore this black choker like necklace. I'm sure what the fuck you actually call the thing, it's a choker, but not. The whole way there, we talked about how bummed we were that the camping trip got canceled, and how we were both looking towards fucking by the fire. To be honest, the more she talked dirty, the more my cock grew. She talked. All this is by way of explaining my surprise and reluctance at Lena’s suggestion that Amy and I sleep in the main bedroom. There was NO WAY I was going to leave her alone at night, even if I had to sleep on the floor and, to be truthful, the thought of sex while she was like that never entered my mind. I didn’t realise immediately that Amy was quite upset by my reluctance, you see, I wasn’t really noticing her, all my attention was focussed on Lena. Had it not been I would have noticed her. ” Stan said appreciatively. “How you want to do this?”Tegan glanced around then stood against the wall and bent over with her legs apart, presenting herself.“Make it quick.”“You got it.” Stan said, stepping up behind her. Stan wasn’t overly tall but he still had to bend his legs to guide himself under Tegan’s petite frame. She moaned as he pushed the tip into her, then took her by the waist and pulled her back into him, filling her hungry cunt with one swift motion. After a few test thrusts. Then there was a crack of lightning, and I shivered. "Some storm," Mr. Trombley said, and he stroked my shoulder. "Let's hear that skittery part one more time. Make it skip. Make it dance. Make it sing. Yes. That's it! Yes."His enthusiasm should have made me feel wonderful. Triumphant. Excited. Sublime. But all I felt was miserable. I was going to let him down. I opened my mouth one last time to ask him, but nothing came out. I felt brittle as a soft little bird about to be eaten by a cat.Mr..