"That was me," Rhonda said. "He kissed me and I broke up with him and ran crying out of the room. I'm sorry." I reached over and kissed her softly."Al... better now." Oh yeah," she said. "I've spent most of my life doing stupid things, I guess." I pulled Rhonda into my arms and she whispered, "I love you." Freshman year was the year of the great catastrophe," Brenda said. "It was tragic, really. Brian and Renee were in the closet and the doorknob fell off. It took us forever to get it open." I. Rachel was really getting into it and came again. It took a little more persuasion to convince her that she was obligated to allow me her back door. I wasn’t all that keen on that part, but it was part of the plan. I wanted to remember her with my cock in her ass. Maybe I was a bit vindictive, but I wanted to have that memory the rest of my life. Every time some one gives me a hard time in the future, i’ll think about what I did with the miserable wife of the cheap, bastardly boss I once had.. Sausages, the girl thought. Tumescent was the word someone told her.Her mother had anointed both men's long members and squeezed their scotums, and they had knelt and sworn their fealty as their huge male organs rose and then, right there on the steps, they had mounted and horsed two of her handmaidens, stood and backed away with the writhing girls impaled on their rearing horns, wrapped in their long legs. It had made the girl very wet between her legs and given her several nightmares.An hour. The good thing about sweatpants is how you can dive under them with your fingers, how you can push them down with your knuckles without your fingers ever leaving those wonderfully firm butt cheeks. I let my fingers glide down to the back of her thighs, briefly passing wet pussy lips on the way, just enough to get a moan out of her that I breath as she exhales it.The good thing about jeans is how long it takes to get them off, how undoing a belt is a clear sign that it was no accidental action.