I tried to smile but was too worried about this new revelation to make it as bright as it needed to be.Jordan nudged me. “Stay busy. Keep your mind ...ff it for now.”I took a deep breath and let it out as I nodded. “You’re right.” I went to the counter and looked at the baggies.All of the baggies were marked according to which building they came from. Jordan helped me arrange them in a layout similar to the complex, according to the map I had printed out.Cassandra and Katrina returned from their. Her flesh squeezed about my dick. I groaned as I fucked my daughter's asshole hard.“Yes, yes, yes,” Janelle moaned into Sarah's cunt.My middle daughter squirmed. Her face twisted in delight. She must be coming closer and closer to cumming. Tonya whimpered beside Sarah; the masturbating girl groaned, her head tossing back and forth. My balls smacked into Janelle's taint. They grew heavier and heavier with my cum. I couldn't believe that I had more loads in me. I had already cum three times. I. Each time he rounded her clit, his lips went to her soft pink flesh and gave it a gentle kiss, sucking the cool air of the kitchen into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from his wife. He rounded down to her pussy and gingerly lapped the cream from her drooling snatch, the tip of his tongue wiggling against her flesh, making her thighs quiver in time with his ministrations. With a long slowly lick, Michael’s tongue worked back up her sex, finding the small bud of her clit poking out of its hood. His. Stan lived as a bachelor (obviously) and had an older victorian house in the middle of town. I followed him in and didn't pay much attention to the architecture but only noticed that the house was pretty vintage. All I could feel was my own raging cock and the sight of his. "Well, this is it," Stan said, raising his hand and gesturing around. "I got everything upstairs but feel free to grab something to drink," he offered, but I shook my head and followed him upstairs. He had a wide king bed up.