Whether truth or fiction, I had to waste the rest of my break trying to get my cock to go back down so I could return to work.She must have sensed tha... I wasn’t sure she’d really done it, because the next time her parents were gone for the night (bless them, they travelled a lot that summer) she invited the guy back over. She made me wait in the kitchen while she took the guy out of the room. I knew right where they were going as soon as I heard the back door open and close. I killed the. He was turned slightly toward her, his tall angular profile outlined in the dim light coming through the window. She smiled when she saw his prick, now hanging loosely between his thighs…she recalled how beautiful it had looked last night, hard, erect, its huge head almost purple from the blood filling it. She sighed softly as she remembered how she had come that first time just from the sensation of that huge head parting her inner pussy lips and popping through her tight vaginal muscles into. I said: “Hi perhaps we should exchange names. Mine is Jim and I’d prefer to have names for you other than ‘Blue panties’, ‘White panties’ and ‘No panties’. ’No panties’ laughed that it wouldn’t be much good. She stood up hitched up her dress to show nice pink panties. She told me her name was Jenny. Then the other two stood up and hitched up there skirts. Both with no panties, but I didn’t get a good look at their cunts. The original ‘Blue panties’ was called Jilly and she was black haired. Will you sing it for me, Erik?" I could never deny you anything, ma petite."Hush a byeDon't you cryGo to sleep my little babyWhen you wakeYou shall haveAll the pretty little ponies.In your bedMomma saidBaby's riding off to dreamlandOne by OneThey've begunDance and prance for little baby.Black and baysDapples and graysRunning in the nightWhen you wakeYou shall haveAll the pretty little ponies.Can you see the little poniesDance before your eyesAll the pretty little poniesWill be there when you.