It also helped maintain my boner; looking at her weak position, her wrists in shackles, the blindfold over her crying eyes, and my personal favorite, ...er gagged mouth. I kept riding her till my own thighs felt like they might begin cramping up. I straddled the little bitch so long she went numb, burying her face in the pillow and just taking it. I fucked until my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I fucked her stupid. When I finally finished, it was by far the most intense coming I'd. I nodded in agreement and picked at my pizza, tossing off the mushrooms. I glanced around the cafeteria. "Hey, I didn't finish my homework, can i borrow?" She asked, getting a peice of paper that labeled science, as if she knew I was gonna let her borrow my homework and glanced at my bag. "Sure." I said and handed her the notebook and she grinned, mouthing thank you. I got bumped forward a bit and I looekd over my shoulder, landing my palms on the table. I stared up at Mr. Thompson, the hottest. ‘I’ll get you another sweater, Sweets.’ ‘I am already wearing two.’ ‘Here is a blanket and if we sit closer together we will warm one another.’ Bob and Ida sat like that for hours until they untangled themselves from one another and moved their cramped bodies off the rickety sofa and headed to bed. Without electricity, they had no heat and no money to buy firewood. Too old and too weak to chop their own firewood, all they had to keep warm was wool and one another. Their telephone had been. . what're you doin', Mom?" Terry gasped."I'm just stiffening your dick for you, Terry. I want it hard when itgoes in my cunt, darling. Are you ready?" Sheila smiled, her hand makingwet slurping sounds as it ran up and down over her son's cock."Oh shit! I'm ready, Mom!" the boy rasped, his nuts tight in theirwrinkled sac.Sheila threw her legs over her son's naked body and crouched down overhis cock. She could almost feel the intense heat of his cock-headagainst the lips of her twat as she poised.