The room was silent apart from the constant beep of the monitors. He settled into a chair beside her bed and leaned forward to be closer to her. Not e...en the injuries could mar the alluring features of her face. She didn’t look like she was in pain, she just looked like she was sleeping. Serene, happy and comfortable like she was in his bed. He wondered if she was dreaming. If she was, was she currently having nightmares about the incident? Did her mind just totally black out as a protective. I took my chalk, wrapped in cloth, and my change, then hurried back to the Collegiate Tower. I was eager to cast my summoning and gather the cum I needed. The farther I made it from the docks, the nicer Esh-Esh grew. The revolting smells of the docks gave way to the scents of fresh bed, spices, and flowers as the streets grew more respectable. I passed through fountained squares, the water enchanted into exciting colors or intoxicating scents.I strolled into the Collegiate Tower and began to. Better than jacking myself off. Dad's hole felt so tight and warmaround my rod that I never wanted to leave it. Involuntarily, I began torock back and forth and I realized that I was actually screwing my own dad'shot orifice. Dad began to move his hips up to meet me forward thrust.Despite having cum just a few hours ago, I knew that I was gonna shoot realsoon. Nothing that felt this good could last too long. "That's it Chuckieboy! Screw your old man's butt with your hot teen cock. Pound. ”“Was I right, or was I just over-reacting because we were all emotionally ... strung-out, I guess?”“Good question ... you know our very unofficial House motto?”“If it holds still long enough, fuck it?”Harry laughed, and had a hard time stopping.“No ... though ... sometimes that seems apropos. No, I was thinking of “nothing is ever so broken it can’t be fixed”.”“So ... maybe I should talk to her about it?”“Maybe you should ... maybe you shouldn’t ... maybe you should talk with Donna and Abby,.