In this time, her free, naked toes had begun to dance over the bulge in my own shorts. "You are absolutely mad," she told me. "You, we can't. What are...you .." she would stammer as she tried to gain an understanding of the situation. "Shhh," I encouraged a second time. Starting at her knee, I took her leg in both hands and firmly worked up to her panty line and back down. Each time I would linger a bit longer, becoming more firm with the sensitive skin and what were now swollen and neglected. Ungh. Feel me knock you up."She felt his hot black seed rushing into the depths of her pussy, blast after blast splashing the back of her womb, and the taboo of it made her orgasm grow in intensity. The force of his cum was unlike anything she had ever felt with her husband, and her pussy involuntarily clenched his black meat, milking every drop. All the time he continued kissing her and saying, "Oh, yeah, baby, feel me in you? You're so hot and tight. I could nestle here all day."When she came. One of the men holding Kate let go to grapple with Monday, and she took the opportunity to spear her fingers at where the remaining man’s eyes would be if his face wasn’t a blur. He yelled out in pain and let go of her, and she rushed to help Monday. The rope they had been restraining her with hadn’t been fully tied, so she looped it around the man’s neck, pulling him back and giving Monday an opening to smash the butt of the candlestick into his face.“Demerits!” Ms. Tisdale admonished them.. God, now even her dreams were fucking over her. She turned to Barry's side of the bed, but he wasn't there. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was 3a.m. Where was he? Through the bedroom door she saw flickering light from the direction of the den and she got up and walked to it. There was Barry, jacking off again, watching a videotape of Susan sucking the dick of one man while a young man was fucking her from behind. Actually, she thought, he was fucking me in my behind. The tape was.