She went down to pick it up. When she turned around, still under the table, she saw his hand adjust the tent in his pants.“I saw that,” she teased...“Ha, did you want to see more?” He laughed.Her hand grabbed his chair, inches away from his bulge. “Is that an invitation?”He quickly zipped and pulled down his pants. Through his boxers, she saw the outline of his thick cock. He tucked the band of his boxers below his balls, and she moved her face toward him. Looking up, she saw him staring at her.. Electrified with excitement, Jack tried to sleep. He knew tomorrow wouldbe an eventful day."Hey Jack, it looks like you're feeling a lot better today," said hisfather at the bus stop, awestruck at his recovery from the previous weekof moping and crying he had done."Don't get me wrong Dad, I still don't want to go. Now that the wait isover, I can start being scared of the real torture rather than just beingscared of going to be tortured," Jack said smugly.His father gave a confident laugh. "Come. .. she ... caught Simon kissing me in the garage. He had his hand inside my shirt squeezing my breast. She ... ordered him out and told him not to come back. That's why we broke up last year. It was my own stupid fault. I didn't want him to do it and didn't know how to stop it." It's a good thing your mom came along then, isn't it? If he wasn't listening to you, you could have gotten into real trouble," I said. I held her against my chest and stroked her raven hair with my left hand. My cock. ” I wanted him to. I knew it was wrong but I wanted him to drive his cock into me and empty his balls into my pussy. I whispered back, “Please Michael, cum for me. Cum deep inside my pussy. Fill me with your cum. Make my cunt a sloppy mess.” With that I felt his cock swell in my pussy and he made one final, powerful lunge. I heard him groan in release as the first jet of cum blasted my unprotected pussy. It felt like lava shooting into me, bathing my pussy with his seed. He arched his back.