My dick was even harder, if it was even possible. I obliged her, this time she didn’t miss and got it all in the bowl, while she was “after shoki...ng” into the toilet and spitting bile into the toilet I lost control, and while she was focusing on spitting and breathing and looking into the toilet, I lowered my boxers, I was on my knees behind her with one hand I was positioning my cock towards her pussy and the other was gently caressing her hair “shhhhh, it’s gonna be fine, you’ll feel better”. "Gwen cover the door and make sure no one gets out, I'm going for a snoop around as there's a lot of cover my side," I announced."Yes, my love," she replied.I moved as quietly as I could along the back wall of the warehouse, constantly monitoring the centre to see if I could spot any movement or targets. I did surmise that they were using their dead members as shields which against our arrows and bolts was a smart move, though I doubt it had protected them from the gunman in the office. Finally. “Okay, do ten jumping jacks.”Gloria clambered to her feet. “Hope I don’t give myself two black eyes,” she said, looking down at her large breasts, barely contained by her nightie. She then proceeded to jump up and down, her arms and legs pumping.Johnny’s cock, which had been slightly hard from peeping at the nightie-clad young women, suddenly grew to full size and poked out of his boxers. He had only put on a t-shirt and underwear for his trip to the bathroom. He reached down and started to. ”She sat down next to me, and we spread the book across our laps. It was damn near medieval Bible size - Volume 1 of Grimm’s Fairy Tales translated to English.The book started out with The Frog Prince. Erin was doing pretty good, I only had to help out in a few places. We got through a couple of stories before she started to run out of steam. She wanted me to at least read one more before we stopped. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t read these before. It was a direct translation of the 1800’s fairy.