My hands move under your back and I roll sideways, pulling you on top of me. My lips fall away from your nipple only to be replaced with my hands as I...lift them both, tugging at the nipples. I watch as you shake your head, moving the hair off of your face and the expression revealed to me is priceless. I have never seen such driving passion in your expression before, never felt such purpose in your movements as you start rocking your hips on top of me. What is going on in your head right now? I. The funeral director can’t get the coffin lid nailed on and has to discuss the alternatives with the man’s beautiful young widow. “I’m afraid that the only way to get the lid on is either to pay another $3,000 for an extra-large coffin or to amputate his member”.“Well I have no more money” states the widow “and it is against my religion for me to bury my husband in more than one piece”.The funeral director thinks about this and then comes up with a brainwave: He’ll amputate his dick and then. I got out and opened the front door, letting Jennifermake a dash for the house without bothering with herclothes. Tom and I went inside and sat on the couchwhile Jennifer redid her make-up in the bathroom. Shecame out into the front room wearing the T-shirt that wehad soaked earlier. She walked over and sat across mylap, spreading her legs for my hand. Facing Tom, shegave him the perfect view of my fingers in her drippingpussy. She wanted more than just fingers now though, soshe got up and went. In reality, fear had crept into him. She wouldn’t make a scene, would she? It didn’t seem her style. Emma stared at the paper he laid down in front of her and refused to look up when he took the stool opposite her. She muttered, ‘I didn’t hear the assignment…do I have to have a partner?’ Vaughn snorted somewhere nearby, ‘Why do you even come to class if you’re not going to pay attention?’ His desire to humiliate her and increase Noah’s respect for him was a dismal failure. Emma said nothing..