William twisted toward Bruce; he’d a girl on her knees in a chair, fucking her like there was no tomorrow, the noise she was making made him wonder ...f he’d done the right thing, still, he did come here to get fucked, and he’d genuinely enjoy it. After he’d replaced his clothing he picked up his glass and sat down watching Bruce. The girl was nearly screaming now, he was really driving into her; suddenly he humped his cock in deep and blew his load with a loud moan. The poor girl nearly. He groaned, she tasted delicious, and her body was soft and warm as he rested on top of her.Eric slid his t-shirt over his head so quickly he doubted Zooey even noticed, sliding his hands up her bare legs, pulling them apart and spreading them wide. He could taste salt from her tears as he kissed her, which arose a painful sensation in his chest, a feeling that often occurred when Zooey was sad, though he couldn't quite explain what kind of feeling it was. Helplessness? Torment, maybe.He kissed. No more presidents and all the wars will end One united world under God… (White Lion) My children, I wish I could hold you, cuddle you, promise you everything will be okay. I wish you were two again, holding you close to my breast, holding your tiny hand in mine, promising you the world. I fear for you and for what the future holds for you. I pray to God that you will have the chance to live your life to a ripe old age, creating memories to pass on to your future generations. My children, I. Ryan took her right hand, now moist with her juices, and wrapped it back around his cock. Pam's left hand resumed where her right hand had left off stroking her own pussy. Now, the sounds of Pam stroking her pussy with her left hand and stroking Ryan's cock with her right filled the room. It was mixed with both of their uneven breathing.Ryan then pushed Pam up on her left side. He reached over her right hip and began stroking the length of her wet pussy with his middle finger as Pam stoked his.