The second shot just as strong as the first exited my hole flying through the air plastering her skin from bellybutton to her tit, one more thick gooe... line of sperm sat beside the other one as my spasms slowed.As my body relaxed I knelt flanked by her thighs; a few insignificant pulsations ejected themselves. I almost fainted from the intensity; woozy, I looked down at the gobs of pasty cum coating her pale skin. The last of my cum refused to fall leaving a three inch string hanging from my. I knew that not only the old fart was looking, but, so also was every other male and some females in the place.Arriving home, I looked at the clock and noticed it was 11PM. I thought with what has happened so far, I would let Ellen know that she was mine, whenever I wanted her, and wherever I wanted her. We pulled into the driveway; I stopped the car and got out, went around to her side and opened the door. I handed her out and we went to my apartment. Walking up the stairs behind Ellen was. After that, there was two solid minutes of silence before a new set of slurping noises told Abigail Judy was honest if nothing else. She had to silence her own orgasm as her son's moans filled her ears. By the time Judy left and the glow of her climax had worn off, biting jealousy had made a decision for her. She was better than Judy in just about every way. She knew it, and she was detirmined to prove it. Two nights later, Abigail called Michael into her room. This was no new occurence, but a. “What's wrong?” Sam asked. My little sister stood before me. Though a tomboy, she liked wearing skirts. She wore an identical outfit as me, though she'd removed her tie and vest on the walk home. The top few buttons of her blouse were open, letting me see a hint of her red bra covering her small tits. I shrugged.“Come on, Becky,” Sam said. There was something genuine in her expression. To my surprise she sank down before me, her hands resting on my knees. “What's wrong? I bet you'll feel better.