Hell I've had girls thatcouldn't handle it in their cunts. Yet I could feel my balls slapping hisnuts every time I bottomed out. He asked me to let hi...m roll over on hisback. As soon as he was on his back I lifted his legs up on my shoulders andshoved my wet cock back into his asshole. I still couldn't believe I wasdoing this to my son nor that he was begging me to fuck his tight asshole.As I slammed my nine inches into him I could see and feel his balls draggingacross the top of my cock. I took. I wondered whether bringing a gun might not have been a good idea after all.Inside the dome, and outside of my transport, it felt like I could have been back on earth, holidaying in Spain as I'd done often enough in my time. OK, so the scrubby 'grass' outside the dome was rather more red than it should have been, but Q had clearly spent a lot of time on getting things right inside. It felt like a perfect summer's morning, the sun warm but moderated by a gentle breeze - which would have pleased. "We've talked before about groping young ladies. Haven't we Mr. Randahl?'"But, Mr. Adams," Beth interrupted, "Tommy wasn't groping me!" Miss Jones, are you trying to tell me I don't know groping when I see it? Perhaps it's time we get your parents involved, both of you, to the office!"Beautiful, haven't been to a single class and already I'm on Adams' shit-list. Great way to start your senior year, Tommy.And so we sat in the office until our respective parental units could rescue us. Beth's. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it's my turn."(I love this part) The old farmer smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can have the duck."This one is compliments of kilocyclesExcuse meA man enters a hotel lobby. As he runs to the front desk, he accidentally bumps into a woman and as he does, his elbow hits her breast.They are both quite startled. The man turns to her and says, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'll forgive.