Reaching for his sword he knew he only had a single chance to-GAME OVER, PLAYER ONE WINS“NOO” you yell frustrated, gripping the controller in ange...r, Beast boy has beaten you again and you were so close to actually winning this time.“Dude you only hit me like twice” Ok so maybe you weren’t that close“I wann a rematch!” you demand leaning forward on the sofa in determination to secure at least one win in this game.“Doesn’t matter how many matches we have I’ll still beat you” Beast boy comments. I was already starting to cum, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't even have time to think about stopping my jerking motion. And just like that, I saw not one but 3 jets of my spunk fly directly onto my mother in law. The first one hit her on the chest. The second around her midsection, and the last one landed on her knees, and ran down her leg. I looked at her in shock. I don't know who was more embarrassed her or me. After all, she had barged in on me. This was totally an. Now would you please stop interrupting the sick fuck and let him finish his story?” he continued, glaring at Jack. It was clear that Mr. Brooking was enjoying the tale. As Dad talked, I noticed him using his thumb and index finger to spread his juice evenly over his large, reddened cockhead at regular intervals, making it shine like a waxed plumb.“Whoa, whoa, George! Don’t get your prostate in a knot. Since I didn’t catch the first part, I’ll be over here attending to the steaks ... the ones. The scentstirred something nearly sinister in me and as youstarted down the hall to our room I grasped your handand led you toward the staircase instead. Thestaircase. A pure, fluid spiral suspended upwards 3stories above the great room. It’s lack of visiblesupports, perfect arc and pinched steepled finaleadorned in concave, floral mural and stained glassaligned crosses on each solstice. It was foreboding andpeering straight up inspired just a touch of vertigo.It was perfect. You were.