He was spry for his age, and in good shape. Even without his power, it was easy for someone like him to get some arm candy.“Eric, what happened? Wha...’s wrong?”“They’re dead! They’re all dead!” Eric threw himself at Lee but collapsed midstride, falling to his knees while gripping the man’s pants. “Everyone at the Moose Head is dead!”Lee crouched down and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Take a deep breath and tell me what happened. Jesus, your finger!” But the boy was sobbing and hysterical.“We. ......................................Billy drove home, remembering way back, when he was young....'Oh oh oh...' Billy groaned, feeling his teacher's hand slide up his thigh...... Mr. Bronson sat in the driver's seat of his car, pulling Billy closer. "Do you like me, Billy?" he said softly, slowly covering his cock and balls."MMmmmmm oh yesss.. mmmmmmm oh fucking yessss...." and Billy slid his hand into Mr. Bronson's lap, stroking his throbbing cock as Mr. Bronson pulled over on the deserted. But you can call me mark."He rolled over and slowly crawled over to Ed."I-i-i don't like boys," she stuttered."Don't you?" he said. He was confident. "Stop for a second and think," hecontinued, standing up.He tilted his head at an odd angle, and bit his lip with a smile. He knewher. He knew what she wanted--needed. His hands rested on the top of hisjeans subtly playing with his fly."You feel butterflies in that cute little belly when you look at me,don't you, baby? Huh? Yeah you do.. Then you run one wet hand slowly up my thigh and under the back off my dress so you can squeeze my bare ass and pull my hips into you so i can feel the bulge of your cock pressed against me through your jeans. Lifting my legs up around your waist, you pick me up and put me on the kitchen top, raising my dress up around my waist as you do so. You lift my dress up and over my head and throw it to the floor so that I am left in my black lace bra, thong, stockings and suspenders. You’re wearing a.