The drive to the school was a form of slow torture, Andy decided. Regan had given him the keys to her car and refused to take them back. As he drove, ...he fiddled with the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly to show him that didn't have on pantyhose but instead a pair of stockings with an elastic top to keep them from slipping down."Hose aren't the only accessory I'm without," she said casually, taking his hand and putting on her bare mound beneath her dress for a moment before pulling it. His eyes level with my soft but decent six inches of meat dangling between my legs. Some water splashed on his mouth and he licked his lips. "Yes sir, what can I do for you," he said with his mouth parted open and tongue clicking his teeth. The faggot, I thought. I swung around to avoid his gaze but that only made my wet cock slap him in the face, right on the mouth - the tip of my (slowly hardening) cock slipped inside his mouth for a few seconds (but long enough to feel his warm tongue bathe. Why can't they share in your money? The rich people in other cities sought you out because of your talent; why could your friends not find work anywhere but in this sinkhole?You hastily amend yourself, as you look around your apartment as if fearing that it will come alive to chastise you. The city is a sinkhole; your apartment is not. Your walls aren't ratty and molding, and your plumbing works perfectly. Ah, the joys of having a high-paying job, as you let out a refreshing, possibly. Whilst I stood there with my cock twitching in anticipation, Beth took hold of it. Then led me to where Sandra's head was resting, looking down she was grunting from the pounded George was giving her pussy. But it was the amount of spunk that covered her body that amazed me, and now with Beth's help I was going to add to it. She had started to wank my cock, aiming it towards Sandra cock filled mouth. As she was doing this to me I pushed one of my fingers into her sloppy ass, then a second. Beth.