Some people just don't give a fuck and will openly stare. It's all good.Anyway, this session I'd become aware of a little twink following me around wh...le I worked out...not right next to me, but always so he could see me. After about an hour I called it a day and headed into the changing rooms to shower off, I was sweaty as fuck with a solid pump in my chest and arms, feeling good. I walk into the group showers, and who's in there? The little twink...not really washing himself, just kinda. Even so, she clenched the walls of her ass tighter against the movement of his shaft, only this time the action was deliberate. Her own bravado amazed her—not only that, but how quickly she had embraced her role as his dirty bitch.Jared responded by fucking more forcefully still, thrusting hard into her depths. She cried out and frigged herself concertedly, sweat and tears heralding the next in that night’s endless parade of orgasms. Exactly how much juice could her pussy squirt down her. He wished she had not mentioned the divorce.He watched her hand, the way it squeezed the long tit, the way her fingers slid up and down. And then the rhythmic squirt of milk splashing into the bucket. More than anything else, it reminded Nick of jerking off. He'd had a lot of practice at that, before losing his cherry to his hot twin cousins, and the action of Aunt Jenny's fist was almost hauntingly like some of his wistful handjobs. He'd gotten pretty good at whacking off, but he could have. " She was fucken dead!" That's right. She was fucking while she was dead, but she was still warm and a virgin. I may have to try it again, sometime."Bob and Kyle stood outside Gerry's apartment as she opened the lock. "Serena? Are you here?" She walked into the room and looked around. "I wander where everyone is? Serena usually spends the night. The kids go to summer school in three more hours. Something's wrong."Kyle led Bob into the room and set him down on the sofa. His sharp eye caught the.