Scott started grunting hard while looking down at her tits bouncing and said "I'm about to cum, Emily...I can't stop now". Emily started moaning loudl... while her face tensed up, and her pussy was making really loud splashing sounds as she screamed "I'm cumming... I can feel you cumming inside me!". Scott started making grunting sounds as he shot multiple heavy streams inside Emily's wet cunt.They laid there for a minute, catching their breath, as I jokingly asked "are you guys OK?... that was. "At that point, I was debating whether to bring up the fact that Paul had fantasies about Jessie, too. But I didn't have to, because she brought it up herself."I guess that all makes sense. I can understand Mom having the hots for Jeff. I think Dad had the hots for me at one point, too. It was the way he'd look at me, sometimes. God knows that I didn't encourage it, and God knows that he never once mentioned it to me. But it was there. I could feel it. But I don't think I could get up the nerve. She had been out on the street for too long, and had fucked too many people for not enough money. She was tired, lonely, and sore. She laid down to rest on the hard cot when she caught the familiar green eyes of the officer standing outside of her cell. Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thought himself to be decent looking, with a strong build and fully capable of pleasing the women. The door latch clicked shut. I hurried to my kneeler and looked through the long hole to see Philippe undressing with his usual precise fingertip folding, neatly placing his suit on the chair. He looked over and caught my eyes. He looked to one side to signal a question, ‘is he there?’ and I gave the smallest of nods in reply. Philippe stood in just his long socks, his pendulous endowment just a matter of reality for him but a thing of wonder for me. Any straight man would be mesmerised by its.