I was in my brother's bed down in the basement. And my dad knew! Oh god did he know what we did last night? Did he know I had just fucked my own broth...r?"Huh," my brother moaned. He started rubbing his eye as he woke up. "What's the matter?" Fuck, I think Dad knows. He definitely knows I slept down here." What? Why? What time is it?" He groaned, fighting waking up."Dad knows I'm here!" I cried as I grabbed Dale on the arms, shaking him awake. "What are we going to do?" Um ... Go upstairs," Dale. "OOoooohhhh… Mmmmm!" Kayla's moan slowly subsided, her pussy twitching with after-shocks from her unexpected orgasm as she laved and tenderly stroked Daniel's spent cock with her tongue. She felt Mike stiffen up inside her, his straining cock exploding with a volcanic burst of jism that swamped her insides, warming her pussy and leaving it a gooey mess as he withdrew his spent shaft. Cum oozed down her pussy in a long, slimy ribbon.Aubrey's right hand was practically a blur as she rammed the. Sometimes she seemed to like being there, smiled and laughed when she talked to Morrison, other times she looked annoyed as if being forced to be there. None of Morrison’s workers really cared why Pamela was there. They simply enjoyed the eye candy, when they had their breaks and Pamela stood near them getting some air or talking on her cell phone to some of her friends. As the weather got warmer, Pamela also peeled off layers and layers of her outfits every day. All of the guys imagined how it. – ‘What do you think of him?’ I had been reading the book. ‘I was surprised. I knew that he was a poet, and an astronomer. But he wrote about mathematics, philosophy – even music. He was a Renaissance man.’ – ‘Three or four hundred years before the Renaissance.’ said Christina. – ‘He was Persian. Is that where your family is from?’ I asked. ‘Iran?’ – ‘No. My parents are from Algeria. I was born there.’ – ‘Ah, Algeria.’ I nodded. That explained her complexion, and her exotic looks, which I.