Wait, the sun? Tom lunged for his cell phone on the nightstand beside the bed. He took a glance and sprung out of bed. He was going to be late for his...first lecture!Tom frantically grabbed some clothes from the closet and ran into the toilet. He looked at the mirror, and pulled on it to reveal a small shelf hidden behind it. He quickly applied some shaving foam with one hand and he washed his shaver with the other. Pulling the shaver across his chin as quickly as he could, Tom went a little too. Daphne gave a breathless gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis until it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. The minister worked around and around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding cock, his tempo ever- increasing. His shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was enough to send him screaming.The sex-driven girl held her minister. I was left with my white lace panties and my silver heels. My stepmother leaned down and kissed my breasts. She sucked on my perky and hard nipples. Her hands were rubbing at my white panties while she sucked and bit on my nipples. Her hands felt so nice on my panties. I could feel myself getting very wet while she rubbed my underwear."You're pussy is so wet. I really want to taste you. Why don't you lay back on the couch?" Okay!"My stepmother stood up and she took off her nightgown. She was in. ” Again Henry’s tone sounded annoyed. Lacy wondered if sounding annoyed was Henry’s way of meekly protesting the fact he wasn’t welcome to join his brother. This was a classic example of passive aggression and it made Lacy want to investigate Henry’s mindset. “Well, I’m in no hurry to see her. Would invite me in for a drink, Henry?” Lacy smiled and stepped closer to Henry so he could smell her scent. “Uhhh . . . sure, but are you sure. You really want to have a drink with me?” Henry’s look.