I wondered how long it might take to off her by suffocation. Even though the dog was doing a tremendous job of making the schoolteacher his bit...h, and Elf's cock was going clear down her throat, I focused my attention on the tiny teen as she was brought closer and closer to death by the almost uncontrollable pounding she was taking. I leaned forward to whisper that fact into Honey's ear as she kept up her maniacal pace, her tight twat skinning my cock at warp speed. I got her undivided. A long moment passed before I heard a quiet and timid request."May I have my phone? ... Please?" the faceless voice pleaded. Paying attention to the phone I now had in my hand I realized it was open to the active camera screen. For some reason I found this arousing. I flatly responded with, "Come and get it." I heard some situating and jingling of keys. A red crocheted messenger bag slid under the stall to my feet from the right. Two sets of fingertips painted with bright red gripped the bottom. He didn't want to test if he had enough hit points to survive a second shot from her gun."Good." Pihanga turned to the side and a giant ghostly blue keypad appeared before her out of thin air. "Now to name you." Um. Actually, I already have a name," Jackson said.Pihanga ignored him and tapped keys on the ghostly floating blue keypad. D, a, B, i, g, B... Jackson saw letters appear above the keypad."There. Perfect," Pihanga said.DaBigBoom? What kind of stupid name was DaBigBoom? Only an. Rick began to slowly pull her skirt up her legs. He hoped to get his fingers under her panties for a quick feel. Just when Rick was about to blow his white cum into his shorts, they arrived back in their drive. Terri again twisted on his cock and slipped to the ground exposing her crotch-wet panties to him. He followed her out, and she reached for one of the boxes on the seat and handed it to Rick."Here, honey, you can take this in the kitchen for me. Her smile told him she was again giving him.