"It just felt too good. I couldn't help it."She said, " Does this always happen?" No," I lied."My God," she said, "you just gave new meaning to term '...uickie.'"I felt myself redden. My neck and face were burning. She said, "It's okay babe, I'm a patient girl. The encore performance is always better. I can wait."I didn't have the heart to tell her that there would be no encore performance. There never was. So we lay there with my almost-hard cock against my thigh, leaking cum. Though soft, it. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.“Baltoh, I think I’m going to cum,” Molly whined after five minutes. Deciding that there was no reason to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-control and increased his speed and power, fucking her as hard and fast as physically possible, making Molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her soft warm pussy, slamming into every sensitive spot and driving her. Tom looked hard and spoke quietly, "Storey, I want you off this Plantation by noon, or I'll kill you where I find you." Mr. Storey grinned at Tom, "Boy, don't try to scare me. You ain't enough of a man to do that."Tom's expression never changed as he looked Mr. Storey in the eye, but his hand closed around the handle of his knife. Before anybody had seen what happened, Tom had put it through Mr. Storey's hand, that he had resting on the table, and buried the knife well into the wood. Mr. Storey. The oldest, Janna, is forty-four and lives several states away so we don’t get to see her very often. She’s been divorced now for some years and teaches fifth grade. The next sister is Millie, she’s forty, she lives in England with her husband who is British and we only see them every four or five years. Then, there’s Melissa, she’s thirty-seven and she lives all the way across the country from us so she visits only rarely, Next is Becky at thirty-six, then Wendy, the baby at twenty-nine. The.