“Why?” I was worried. “All the time… I was just thinking about you and… I got really horny and my cock… it’s not relaxing,” he said, a...d I could feel his hard cock pushing against my ass. “Don’t think about it… just concentrate on your studies. Your exams are coming near,” I replied, and I felt him pushing his cock more against my ass. “I’m trying but… I can’t help it,” he said, “I want to fuck you now.” “Honey… last weekend we did it all day and you are always feeling me whenever you are. She loved this place. It was her home, truly, even after living across the country for ten years, building a life for herself so far away. She had grown up here. Mostly, anyway. This was her home. Unfortunately, now it was missing the most important element. Aunt Jean. Blue swiped self consciously at her eyes as her vision blurred. She didn’t want to cry. She’d cried when she first came home two weeks ago and had been shocked at the sickness-ravaged appearance of the woman who had been a mother. Each wore a well-filled halter-top, panties, and high heels, all the same coloras her hair. Each—so far as he could tell—was exceptionally pretty.And each was devouring a tulip! "Hey Bambi," said the redhead to the green girl, "these tastebetter than the roses, don't you think?" "Mmmm, you may be right, Lulu. These are (burp!) E-Ticket! What do youthink, Chloe?" The white-haired girl piped up: "You know I'm a rose fan, but these are good." "I hate tulips!" said the yellow girl (who nonetheless. With both hands on my legs her mouth took all of my rock hard dick. She attacked my cock like a starving dog. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine, the stress, or if she just really wanted a cock, but I was not about to argue now. I threw my head back when she started to suck. I was close to blowing my load before she started, and now I was about to fill this young girls mouth. I tried to say something but my words didn’t come faster than my cock. She looked up with two beautiful eyes as her cheeks.