"Wider," he commanded. She spread her legs wider for him. "Now put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together. Keep them there, do not...move them," he warned. She did as he said and stood there waiting for his next command. Professor Diederich reached between Chelsea's spread thighs, running his hand up and down the insides of her legs with a light, teasing touch. Chelsea moaned softly and closed her eyes as the Professor stroked her trembling thighs. He smiled and ran his hands. And, we all know, she just did. Oh, did she ever.And now, like the rest of humanity, once she'd tasted the fruit, she wanted more, a great deal more. And Cody might just be the one to provide it.But there was more to do that summer day when these two girls surely found out just how horny a sixteen-year old boy can be when he's got two sexy girls available to him.They, all three, had worn themselves out by the late afternoon by the time they had to get dressed, not wishing any surprises. .. After we have a little fun, I'm going to go make an appointment for you to get those wonderful tattoos I promised. You're going to have your own special room, both upstairs and in the dungeon. They'll be well equipped in every way. And there will be other surprises as well..."Her eyes closed as she allowed the tip of her cock to slide halfway down his crack and then pushed it between his fleshy cheeks, spearing her cockhead directly into his juicy pucker and ramming 9 inches of thick meat. With her years of gun training, Kara recognized one pistol as a .357 Magnum. But it was the other pistol that made her jaw drop. "That's a .50EA Desert Eagle!" she thought. "No other gun has that titanium-gold tiger striping! That gun can blow out a person's stomach from 200 yards! What the hell is going on?!"Totally ignoring Kara and Lois, the lead policeman with the Desert Eagle walked up to the middle cyclist until he was just a few inches from Mahi's face. Then, in a loud voice he screamed,.