There I was in my sister's room in my boxer shorts, with a Mr Man T-shirt on. Carla once again beckoned me over with her finger, where she handed me a... puff on the cigarette. This was something I had also never tried; I choked on my first puff, which caused them both to crack up in hysterical laughter."Don't worry sissy, there are better things to go in your filthy mouth" Carla said giving me a slap on the bottom."We're going to play dress up grown up style." Phoebe then said with a delightfully. I wasn’t touching her at all, holding my breath, and dick slipping in and out of her. It was so smooth and slippery gliding in and out of her, I mean if I didn’t stop I was gonna cum inside her real soon. I silently muttered her name, “Groovi…” as I gave it to her fast a few more times. The slippery sound was so hot, and as I brought my hand down to pull my dick out slowly, I heard a little quief sound from her hole as my head came out and lots of that slippery sound as her lips and folds. Taking off is black suit jacket he drapes it over the back of a chair and walks behind me placing a hand on the middle of my back, forces me face down so that I am bent over the table. I squeal with indignation. “Mr. Kline!” I struggle to get up, but he holds me down with one hand and flips up my skirt with the other baring my thong clad ass. Goose bumps rise on my suddenly visible flesh. My mind racing son of a bitch, I can’t believe this is happening. How can this be happening? I think to. He had been cumming all morning, and the quantity did not seem to be decreasing. He hadn't had this much fire power even when he was sixteen.The second possibility was that somehow he really had developed a mysterious power that made him irresistible to women. But this wasn't an x-rated comic book, this was his life. That didn't seem realistic.The last and most likely explanation was that he was losing his mind, and it was all just a hallucination. That one seemed to be the most reasonable, and.