“You have a lovely daughter. Steve was kind enough to share her pictures with all of us.”“Thanks, Jessica. What year are you?”“I’m in my s...cond year. Steve’s right. I want to be a surgeon. I observed Bethany’s surgery with other medical students and Steve. I just stopped in to see her and I’m glad to see that she’s doing OK. Steve, can I talk to you really quick?”“Sure,” I saidWe stepped out into the hall.“Fiancé?” she asked. “When did that happen? I thought she was just your girlfriend.”I. The spasms rocked her entire body. His fingers in her pussy and her ass were the only things keeping her from falling to the floor.He removed the fingers from her pussy and then her asshole. He lifted her from the arms of the chair and rubbed her dripping pussy all over the head of his throbbing cock. He lowered her down until the head of his penis was at her wet entrance. Ever so slowly he moved her down until his full length was buried in her.”Your pussy’s still throbbing. It’s clutching my. We was just funning you, Devon," a man at another table said.He was an older man, bald but for a few tufts of gray hair at each ear.There were murmurs of agreement from every other man in the room,followed by a round of _very_ hasty apologies.Devon brightened. "Then you all will help me go find that gal afterthis rain stops?" He sounded hopeful."No they won't, Devon," Hoyle answered in a stern voice. "First off, Ialready told you that you're staying here t'wait for the next stage.Second, I. Not only were there these thoughts but there was also something about him that was making me want him, some sort of animalistic attraction that drew me to him.So after a short pause I answered "yes, it was going to be special night".It was then that I saw why he had moved the mirror. My skirt was open exposing my nylon clad legs; he could clearly see my stockings and my white thighs.The funny thing was that the thought of this black taxi driver, oogling them was making me hot again.I made no.