Ironically, he didn't die from the fall, but rather died midway from the STDs he gotten from an entirely different girl from six months back. Life has... a great sense of humor sometimes.Anyway, all four girls that were in his sex-spree met up during his funeral and discovered the scandalous truth about his four-timing nature. They were all strangely okay with the idea that all four of them were the bearers of his children, apparently the sex they had was so good, they weren't even that shocked or. I could feel his heavy breathing on my shoulders and his face touching the back of my neck, his hands, his breathing, his face, everything about him was burning hot and it sent chills through whole my body. I froze for a moment, it felt a little warm under him and yet terrifying, because now I knew for sure what was going on.With a quick movement I jerked him off, turned around and pushed him as hard as I could away from me.-What are you….-I wanted to scream, I wanted to hit him, I wanted to. Over and over he worked on my throat, until the white gooey stuff was sliding down my chin. Still he didn’t cum, no matter what I did, even with my fingers working hard and massaging his prostate. This man had control, and used my body as his private playground, driving his cock deep into me. Now he lifted me up and sat me on his desk, placing my legs on his shoulders, and bent me back wards a bit so that my pussy and asshole were both available to him. First of all ,he fucked my pussy, feeling. Here, however, claustrophobic, bored and angry, she needed whatever small amusement and diversion he could provide.'Aah, lovely,' he gasped, writhing beneath her parted thighs, lifting his buttocks slightly to meet her, as he reached up to knead her breasts.'No, no, no,' Pat scolded gently, grasping his wrists and pinning them back onto the mattress, glad for his lack of resistance at her nominal control. She enjoyed a man fondling her breasts, but it made her climax too quickly. 'We've got all.