There was something about being welcomed in that way that made it extra hot.It was just as hot at six, when she came back for thirds.And I slept until...ten, when Phee came in and counted the condoms and woke me up."Tut!" she barked, shaking me like an earthquake. "There are too many here!"Phee was so mad at me that that she stopped inviting the girls over. That was to punish me, but it didn't go over very well with the girls, especially Frankie, who said that the issue of protection was her. To me, she started opening up about her domestic issues – husband not caring, in-law trouble etc. The proverbial shoulder to cry on was mine. That much was fine. But the nature of our relation seemed to change gradually. Professor – student lines were getting blurred. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that these attributes seemed to be reserved for me. There was a subtle, yet definite, come-hither feel in her looks and voice.. Your fingers are back in my cunt and I’m so wet, my juices are running down my thighs, soaking the sheets.You take my legs are put them over your shoulders, I can feel your cock, its head touching my glory hole, moving everywhere around playing with my cunt lips and my clamped clit. I didn’t think I could get anymore aroused, this was so intense. You are at my entrance now and ask me if I’m ready, I could only nod and whimper as I feel you pull on the clamp chain, as you were pulling you shoved. He couldn’t help but lick his broad back as he rammed himself deep in Morgan’s bowels. ‘Oh, yeah. Oh, baby!’ Morgan steeled himself for the hot release of his brother’s cum and gasped as a warm blanket of fluid covered his entire back. ‘Marty?’ He reached over his shoulder and dipped his fingers into the liquid, bringing it to his face. It was blood. He didn’t understand. Martin’s thick, pulsing cock was still lodged in his welcoming asshole. What the hell had happened? ‘I hope you got your.