I'm not really sure what's going on, but Sensei stays connected on my right and Racer X suddenly appears and grabs my jumpsuit at my left wrist. Sudde...ly we're turning and flying down to the specks in the distance that are the first four guys. Dew Drop flies past with her arms swept back like the wings of a jet plane. 'Tracking' it's called, and she looks beautiful as she joins the 3-man of Skybox, Stinky and Faceplant. Racer X and Sensei fly me into the formation just as Bill joins from the. So, either sixty to eighty percent of these assholes areconstipated from just eating their own commissary on top of the regularchow, or they're in there jerking off, with great fanfare coming out ofthe stall, businesslike, and with such intent, as though they've nowsuddenly got someplace to be and something else to do, striding sopurposefully on the reverse trip back to their cell with a demeanor andgait decidedly and much different than the innocent and exaggeratedlycasual strolls in making. He drank in as much of her juice as he could and thought to himself that the difference between mom and sister’s juices was just age, like one gets with a fine wine or bourbon. It had a muskier yet smoother flavor. Drinking his mom’s juices combined with Kylie’s skills on his cock eventually brought the teen to his fourth orgasm of the night. He could tell that there wasn’t as much cum as earlier, but Kylie didn’t seem to mind and managed to swallow every drop without wasting any. Kyle was now. “What’s so funny?” asked Brett. “Seeing my shoes over your shoulders reminds me that James bought these for me and I told him that I would only wear them when I was going to be bred and with our first baby." “Oh Jenni, I want that so much, I want to put my baby in you and watch your belly swell with our love c***d."“No Brett, you promised!” said Jennifer. “I know," said Brett, "but knowing you're fertile, unprotected and wearing those ‘fuck-me pumps’ which you promised to wear when he breeds.