It was still tender from my first DP the previous day and I was wary of having it penetrated again, “Not in there,” I muttered. John’s voice whi...pered in my ear persuasively, as he leaned over me, “Come on Jill, don’t be a prude, you loved it last night and you’ll enjoy it again.” “Oh will I? It’s not your asshole that’s getting a big dick up it, is it?” I gasped. My words were choked, because Chris was playing with a nipple and my hot clit, while his cock throbbed inside me. My head was. The hell with what she said. I could always say that I didn't see the note before it was too late... only... God, this was so not fair.At that moment, I truly wished that I still hated Eddie's guts. If I hated him, then that package would be opened and to hell with everyone else. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Ever since I found out that Eddie wasn't just a deadbeat, I'd been trying to at least respect him. And the truth was, he deserved to know what was in that package as much as I. Mom fell into a bottle, became a heavy drinker, and was ‘passed out drunk’ most nights by eight o'clock. I felt sorry for my mom, but really did not know what, if anything, I could do to help her deal with this loss.Gary had just turned sixteen at the time, seemed to take the loss very hard. Gary had been a good student, active in sports, and really never got into any trouble prior to Dad’s death. Before Dad’s death, Gary talked about attending the Air Force Academy and making the military his. Fuller, you're... Really, really big." Just hearing Molly whisper that sent a shiver down Ron's spine, and brought him close to the edge. He couldn't help but tense up as a mess of precum spilled out of his cockhead. She giggled and reached for his cock, placing one hand softly on his shaft, towards the base, and the other hand on his cockhead. She wiped up the precum and began massaging the tip, using the precum as a lubricant, while her hand at his root simply steadied. Ron groaned as she.