You'll love it. It's long and fat. For awhile, I wondered if I could get the fucking thing in me."Mrs. Beck sighed deeply and snuggled her hot check a...ainst Gerta's left tit. "I can hardly wait for tomorrow."Twice during the night, Gerta woke up, hearing her mother's vibrator humming in the soft moon-lit room. She smiled, knowing that her mother was fantasizing about a prick working up a storm between her legs.The next time she awakened, however, it was not her mother's hand that traced the. ” Without waiting for instruction I fell to my knees and opened my mouth, watched and waited as the other officer, who I have named, ‘Mr. brown eyes’ undid his pants, releasing the giant that was his cock and slowly fed it into my mouth and down my throat. Bliss! Taking a fist full of my hair in long slow pumps he began to fuck my face his enormous cock working up a rhythm that had me fighting for breath. “Suck it harder.” He urged his brown eyes watching me as he continued to pump fuck my. Karl was the only other person who knew about Pete’s transfer request; well, besides the aforementioned Melanie Spencer.“What’s on tap for tonight?” Karl asked. “Going to take all our money?”“Nah, I’m sitting out the tournament. Terry isn’t here, so there’s no real competition!”“Asshole,” Karl said, laughing.“I do need to go check and make sure Jesse is asleep; Kurt and Kathy are picking him up at 2:45am.”“You don’t think April and Sarah can handle him?” Pete asked.“Do you?” I chuckled.“No! A. When I looked I saw the beginning of her brownish asshole a little wrinkled but clean. And maybe some hair a little further down. I continued to work the cotton-wad down her legs all the while admiring her with my eyes and occasionally with my hands. More and more often with my hands in the pretense to reach some difficult spot. When I was finished mom turned around and lay on her back and told me to go ahead finish my work. I looked at her. I don’t know how many first times I had experienced.