Pete was a pretty funny guy. Not really my girlfriend's type, but attractive enough. Theresa was very quiet-- not sure if she was shy by nature or i... was the circumstances-- but she was also attractive in her own way. I must admit, it was weird knowing they were also sizing us up. We talked and laughed, but there was clearly a sexual tension in the air and a very interview-like vibe to the conversation. Given all that, we were still getting along just fine and we were all dropping hints. Then one day the door opened and I looked up from the Managerial Economics text I was studying and saw Yolanda."Your father had a heart attack. He is in the Intensive Care Unit at St. Anthony's. He wants to see you" and she turned and walked away.I cut classes that day and went to the hospital. He was on the bed with oxygen hoses to his nose and tubes and needles stuck in him everywhere. I stood next to the bed looking down at him and he must have sensed me standing there because he weakly. Chills ran throughout my body as I continued on. My left hand grasped and pulled on my nipple as my right hand meet my bucking hips with force. The other surprise that my adjust had made was causing the bubbles to hit against my asshole and roll up to the front in search of air. A quick turn of the controls increased the speed of the bubbles causing the warmth in my stomach to greatly increase. I picked up the pace at which I was thrusting against my fingers. I curved the tips so that they. Tara could only wear so much cum and a lot dipped into a puddle on the comforter, but her pretty face was thoroughly plastered. “Oh fuck yes, bitch,” I said looking at her. “Fucking A,” Mr. James chimed in, still working his cock in Tara’s pussy. “Oh my God,” Tara managed to say, her tongue still coated in my cumshot. I pulled her hair and made her look at me. “You liked that, didn’t you?” “Yes, daddy.” “You’re going to let my friend cum in your pussy, aren’t you?” She nodded. “And then.