All along, I'd occasionally seen Marcie when she brought Priscilla home but one evening I was stunned when I heard Priscilla's key in the door and it ...as Marcie by herself that walked through the door. Marcie had Priscilla's key and a small overnight bag. She told me that Priscilla wouldn't be home that night and Marcie was there to make sure that I wouldn't be lonesome. I was pissed at the way that Priscilla felt that she could manipulate me. So mad, that I fucked Marcie the first time in the. "This time for sure!" One of them cried out, though I paid no attention to which one of them had said that. The second explosion only then erupting, another great rope of cum suddenly shooting out of the head of the Mole's dick. Almost as though it were in slow motion, we all watched. Watched it as it defied gravity, a thick coil of spunk that far surpassed anything I'd ever done myself before. It shot out up into the air, followed quickly by another, even before the second one had reached its. This guy was for real. Deep breath.I leaned onto the passenger window sill and looked at a cute younger guy who seemed a little nervous. Probably just as much as me. Good thing I was on the other side of the door so he couldn't see that my legs were visibly shaking."I need some directions. I need to get off at the I-69 highway and wandering if you could give me a hand? he said confidently emphasizing "Hand." Apparently he has done this before with the smooth way it came out.I stammered out. ’ ‘You should come live with us. We would be good friends and good roommates. You could be our teacher,’ the little girl stated. ‘Okay you two,’ Michelle said. ‘Chuck is probably answered out. You two grill him better than an investigator.’ ‘Mr. Marshall, may we call you Chuck?’ They asked in unison. ‘Sure. But I don’t know what to call you two.’ I replied. They turned and pointed at each other, ‘She is Bonny’ while the other said, ‘She is Betty.’ They were not dressed alike but they were so.