Well, more Jordan than Davis. He only spoke a lot for special occasions, preferring to be a quiet sort of man. There was talk that he was autistic and...that his sister Jordan, the extrovert, was bipolar. That could well be the case, but everyone and their uncle also knew that Davis was the only Unitarian minister in the whole county.He had an IQ of 178, too, which was nothing to sneeze at in any case. Even Brent felt dwarfed by that one, despite being a good 143 himself. Suffice it to say that. Adam pulled back and shot the majority of his cum over my left shoulder, leaving a portion on my body for evidence. I looked up a said, "that was great, are you done?" He said, "you wish." Slowly he pushed me backwards, onto my back. One of the items he was carrying was a condom which he said, "is my only one so, hope you're not too tight", and the other item he brought was a bottle of lube. After helping him get the condom on and slowley working the lube onto his cock, Adam took over. Using. She is losing it! Against all attempts to control her body's response to the intense fucking. She lost the battle, I push my cock deep in her as I erupted, my semen spurting against her cervix. She feels a warmth begin in her cunt, spreading through her pelvis, spreading through her. She is overwhelmed with an orgasm that causes her to cry out, her body wracked with spasms as her legs clutched me. Finally her spasms subsided as my softening cock slips from her. She was shaken by the powerful. "This had better be good," she grumbled, leaning forward to dig her watch out of pile of clothes she'd set aside for that day, "The world had better need saving or I'm breaking someone's kneecaps..."It took her a moment to recognize the number that scrolled by at her command. But the little emergency icon that lit up above it jogged the courier's memory. "Why would she need my help?" Miranda inquired of the little jumping rattata icon before glaring at her backpack that held her cell phone, "Oh.