..he tried to shake his headmentally, had she just referred to himself as a 'she'?He was brought back to the present as his body continued pulsing and...ingling as Roni pushed him back against the couch as she slowly mountedhim her glistening body pushing down over his steely rod. in moments hewas moaning up a storm as she bounced over his cock holding his thindainty hands across her breasts, he was feeling the hard tingle in hischest before it exploded into a hot heat, sending ripples over her. Below the hem of the skirt, her legs up to just past the knees were exposed.To Laura's secret delight, Marcie was indeed a budding beauty beneath her schoolmarm coverings. Her legs were a little pale from lack of sunlight, but they were slim and unblemished, the muscles tight and toned."Marcie, do you work out?"Marcie stopped and blinked. "Huh?" Work out." Er... yes, Miss Bendon, I do. Why do you ask?" You have rather nice legs."Marcie gaped at Laura. "You... you think my legs are nice?"Laura. Wonder why fuckin Cyrus likes him.One ugly asshole, dat for shore. Lamont looked over at Lisa, she's not moved, still out. Hope……………..(Lisa loved the morning Blue Hour. As long as she could remember this was time with her Dad.They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would leadwith the running songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the lead and he would follow and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he. “ Will you tell Mum you’ve been riding her little slut Daughter?, I ‘m wondering if you will or not”She was sipping her coffee as if it was the most natural thing in the world to tell your Wife that you’ve spent the weekend riding her Daughter, and not forgetting her little lesbian friend too, together!I stopped coughing long enough to answer.“Why the hell would I tell her that, I don’t have a death wish or want to spend the rest of my life with no balls, why would you even think about me doing.