His idea had worked. He looked down both hallways and recalled his map that he had memorized and went to the right. Once he reached the door he knew t...at held the plans he quickly opened it and had a look around. there was a small box in the middle of the room. He tied one end of the rope onto the lid and held the other. Once he was safely into a corner, he pulled on the rope and when the lid opened, a spring loaded blade shot out with a smooth hiss. Moon rubbed his head gratefully. if he had. It was OK but it wasn’t ‘special’ and certainly not worthy of a story. This was a few months later and after my lapse into heterosexuality I had gone back to Gemma. Even so, I couldn’t turn down the occasional hard cock if one came along. Gemma knew that and was fine with it. I suppose you could say we had an open relationship. She saw other girls too and was perfectly open about it. It worked for us and that’s what counts. Apart from doing my A levels, I was part of the college hockey team. Can�t wait to get my hands on her and bang her brains out. Her hair is tied up in a tight bun, lightly oiled, and I start fantasizing about pulling it open and letting it fall loose. I wonder if it falls to her waist or to her ass?? Let�s find out. I walk into the kitchen. She�s heating the milk on the gas. I come up behind her and grab her tits while grinding my hard cock into her ass. She is shocked and starts to struggle to get out of my grasp. But this bitch isn�t going anywhere. ”Then she looked at Sam over Jim’s shoulder and said, “Kiss him again. I don’t think he gets it yet.”This time Sam stepped into Jim’s body and put her arms around him, insinuating them between Susan’s belly and Jim’s back, and kissed him. It was a full-on, open-mouthed, French kiss with extra tongue and some pretty sexy belly grinding into the bargain. Jim’s cock, which had begun to flag in his confusion, leaped to attention – it had figured out what was going on; it was his brain that was.