Taking his hand, Tom brought Ed's arm back. Feeling Tom's pants he struggled to get his hand back.Tom said go ahead, you know you want to. Besides no ...one's paying attention. Twisting his hip Tom guided Ed's hand into his open fly. Pressing it against his stiff cock, Tom ran his thumb over the head of Ed's cock while squeezing softly. Unable to break free Ed opened his hand and held Tom. A loud roar erupted when their team scored a tough down.Continuing to move his hand Tom felt the wetness of. "I used to think things such as E.S.P. and all that were just foolishness. Nowadays, I don't know what I believe anymore."Will smiled. "That's a start."Will told me everything he knew of his real mother. Nobody ever told him anything, it seemed as if he always knew. She was a fortuneteller in Greenwich Village. She would tell fortunes simply by analyzing a person's aura and interpolating how that person would react in a given situation.Will added, "As I said, Jim, this may all be wishful. ” “No!” she answered, letting his cock out of her mouth. He whimpered in reply - he wanted to cum more than anything; anything except obeying her. He tried really hard to think of something else - something disgusting that would bring his level of arousal down - but flashes of the last hour kept running through his mind. Top of the list of those flashes was when she got on top of him and let his cock enter her pussy - the glorious, so far unfelt sensation of her soft, moist flesh around his. Slowly the feelings of horniness Rachel had felt earlier in the day began to return and her hand strayed into her pants and began to massage her aching slit rhythmically. She was snapped out of her reverie by Nick's familiar voice. "Oh God, this is so fucking hot" He moaned. And Rachel remembered what she was watching. Pulling her hand from her pants again she burst into the room, hurling obscenities at the bemused trio, listening to no explanations. Forty minutes later her belongings were.