All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses ...re fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that. To be honest, it won’t be finished until Monday afternoon. It ain’t no big deal, but I gotta get the part in and it’s Friday night, you know. I can’t order it until tomorrow...” He shrugged his shoulders.Lauren put her arm through Peter’s. “But what about us? How do we get home?”“Cab? Where do you live?” asked the mechanic. Peter’s apartment was on the other side of town, but Lauren’s house was only five minutes from the repair shop. The offer of a ride there was gratefully accepted. Lauren. Still, it felt great, and Beth seemed to like it, too. After my first few strokes, I started rubbing her clit with my right hand and her left nipple with my left hand. Damned if she didn't cum before me, but it was only by a few seconds. As soon as her contractions started from her orgasm, I practically exploded my cum into her bowel. That was the damnedest feeling I ever had, and I loved it. I wouldn't mind doing that again, but, truthfully, I prefer the cunt fuck if I have my druthers. This. I jumped up and Tamara apparently was also 'banged' awake. We exchanged looks and she said, "Sounds like it came from the kitchen."I grabbed my lounging pants off the hook in the closet and headed to the kitchen. I walked in and started laughing. Michael was in the kitchen and every pot that was supposed to be in the cabinet was on the floor. He looked up and saw me. "Oops! I was going to fix some breakfast, but you have the cabinets booby trapped."I looked at the clock; it was seven-thirty..