You once said, "The trouble with trouble is it starts out as fun." How right you were. As I looked at the depression in the pillow next to me from my ...ife's head I had one of those occasional moments when I wished it was your head that caused it, that it was your scent that filled the room and your warmth that I could feel under the covers. I closed my eyes and sighed a contented sigh. My manhood strained against the cotton of my boxer shorts as I reached up above my head and stretched. All. When they went to the last ritual, it was to plead for aid. Their failures led them to be excluded from the ritual. A humiliation that nobody would forget unless the situation improved.“Why so glum?” said a slim girl sitting across from her. How long had she been there? Usually Yellow was not so rude.“The sorority is going to hell, and it’s all my fault,” she said, opening up to this stranger.“Not all of your fault. Only some of it.”This caused Yellow to stop her brooding to glare at the girl.. My Daddy's strong, hairy 70-year-old chest and stomach was pressed tight against my shaved-smooth twink-like boyish 40-year-old bod. His Brut cologne smelled so good, his breath smelled like mint mouthwash. He moved his mouth to my ears, nibbling and tickling them making me giggle, then moved down to my neck and chest. I returned the favor. After pushing up my shirt, he started sucking on my nipples, sometimes a little too hard.We were feeling each other up, even grabbing each other's cocks,. She again shivered hard and had a beautiful cum. She fell down in her bed as she couldn’t bear it.But I was not done yet. I pulled out my cock and pushed it all with one push. She moaned loudly, and her shit started oozing out again. She again said its hurting. But I didn’t listen and was banging her ass as there is no tomorrow. I was near my climax, and I continued my pace.I could feel she was also nearing her orgasm. After few thumps, we both cummed together. I cummed deep in her ass. And she.