She shoved Jack roughly, and he rolled, flopping onto his back. His prick pulled out of her with a slurping sigh, and a string of his semen flipped up...into the air and landed across the front of his thighs.Bunny bounded to her feet, wincing at the residual pain in her strained muscles. She put her hands on her hips, having no concept of how silly she looked, standing stark naked, a thunderous frown on her face, as she snarled:"We're consenting, fucking adults, and haven't you ever heard of. I was able to rub my nose on my hand. Sometimes, Rex is just nasty. I liked it. Karl was beginning to make those familiar noises just before cumming. When I rose up to go after more of Rex’s pole, my ass lifted up and Karl took advantage. He cupped my ass in his hands and pounded into me. After several intensifying strokes, I felt Karl shoot a stream of cum deep inside my ass; that sent me over the moon and I jerked and jerked my ass on his dick as I climaxed. Rex reaped the benefits of us. When we reached the front of the queue I passed my phone to my middle left hand and grabbed a tray with my lower hands and finished tapping in the message, while using my normal hands to grab stuff to eat.We found our table and I finished my message, sent it and then put my phone away. Pleased with my accomplishment, I tucked in to dinner using my lower hands with the knife and fork. Nat was grinning at my antics and began purposely handing me more things to hold throughout the meal. At one. You knew moving out into the suburbs was a mistake as soon as you signed the papers. But "Jace Tyreson never backs away from a fight," or so you keep telling yourself. House arrest isn't so bad, you try to tell yourself. Your food is delivered to you on time, the TV and computer work, and for the most part, your needs are pretty much taken care of for you. At least you don't need to wear one of those garish ankle monitors. Still, the situation itself is an insult.Maybe you could've seen this.