I started fucking her, and I could tell that she liked it. She was starting to moan, saying, "Yes, yes, fuck me. You're so good tonight" and the other...things women in heat say. She came a couple of times back to back, and then I blew one hell of a load deep into her, as she pulled me into her. I wasn't sober myself, or I wouldn't have been able to last as long as I did. I really wanted to lie on top of her for a bit, get hard again, and then fuck her some more, but I knew I better go before she. I took a dozen strokes and my prick erupted. The first spurt hit the water tank and I managed to direct the next three spurts into the toilet. I was cleaning up my erratic spray when the kettle started screeching and I rushed to get back to the kitchen and silence the noise, lest Lisa be awakened.I reached the top of the stairs and the noise stopped. I stopped and listened for a moment, and hearing Lisa, I went to my room to change. I didn't want her to see me for fear of her knowing I had been. Miranda remeberd that she had a pair of magenta jogging bottoms in the wardrobe. they had a rip in them from when she went out (The only time she wore anything like trousers) running and had snagged one of the legs on some barbed wire while trying to step over a fence. They were quite new aswell and she had intended on repairing them at some point. Miranda pulled them out of the wardrobe where they were just left and looked at the legs of them, althought they were quite narrow the material had. “Let me make sure that your family isn’t hanging out.” Her family lived only three doors down. I pulled on a suit coat as I went outside. The coast was clear. “Let’s go,” I said. Loreena had attached a silver chain to banshee’s collar which was how she led her out to the Cadillac. But banshee stopped all of the sudden. “It’s pink!” she exclaimed in an amused child’s tone. A look of consternation flew across Loreena’s face, but then she broke into laughter. “You’ve never seen a.