But there was something else, too. Something patronising, perhaps? Whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant.“Yes. We wouldn’t have wanted to hurt you... like that for the world” said his former friend, Pastor Bob, insincerely.Sally added: “We wanted to tell you about what was happening tomorrow or the day after, but your early arrival has foreshortened our timetable.”“What timetable?” asked Paul, mystified.He sat up, even though it made his head swim.“Paul,” said Sally in tones that dripped arrogance. "Diana looked over the course again. "I'm to use two magazines, changing when necessary, but from behind cover, right?"When Jeff nodded, she continued, "Then why do I have three magazines?" Hopefully, you won't have to find out?" Jeff answered with a smirk. Then, "Take your time on the first run-through. I know that you think you have to beat the others, but pushing it too fast won't get that done. A balance of precision shooting and a little hurry up will get your best time." Yeah, well,. Her pussy tightened around my cock. “Fuck me Jon! Make me your whore.” Her arousal was getting quite loud and needy.The juices produced by her pussy had become a froth. The heady smell of her arousal was having its effect on me too. I was pistoning in and out of her hole as hard as I could.I looked at the window just in time to see my wife slump against the wall in the depths of a very intense orgasm. My cock started to flex and twitch inside of Tiffany’s womb.Tiffany slumped slightly forward. She was wearing a very short white pleated skirt, and a thin pink tube top that was more like an 8 inch wide piece of cloth. Anyone couldn't help but notice her tiny developing boobs jutting straight out from her girly chest. We headed to the top deck, several boys, a few guys would check her out, she seemed oblivious, but the way she seemed to move told a different story. I could barely make it up the last few stairs to the top deck, I had a nice peek up her skirt and could see her entire.