I had to knock at the door of my own room to get in and be greeted by Angie. She stood back in horror as she saw my disheveled state. My shirt was cov...ered in blood and my uniform would definitely have to go to the cleaners before it was wearable again.I explained what had happened, and after a quick bath and getting into my pyjamas Angie and I were soon in bed in a long clinch. I was so glad to see her. I needed her badly as the reaction to the night's events set in. I felt very nervous. I. "Yes. Fair enough."Then she gave him a long look. "I just hope you know what you're doing."Chris agreed. "I sure hope so too." So, just how am I supposed to help unless you tell me what's going on?" Lisa's expression left no doubt that she intended to hassle Chris until she found out."Lisa, please understand, I promised Shahia that I wouldn't talk to anyone about her." Come on, it's just me, I won't tell anyone, and I can really help." I know you can, but what can I do?" You can tell me." No! I. “Makes me so desperate to be in you.”“Of course it does,” I purred. “This is how a slut drives a man wild.”My daughter nodded, her eyes glossy but keen. She masturbated faster, her fingers making wet sounds as they plunged into her dripping depths. Yes, she would help me replace the money I lost in online gambling. My husband Karim would never have to know I lost our savings and our children’s college funds to my addiction.Men would pay so much for Leyla.I slid my son’s cock up and down my. I could see him pumping himself under his shorts now, his arm was working furiously when I untucked my cock from the restriction of pants. I got on all fours, legs spread and wiggled my ass in the air, making my balls jiggle around for him. He was nearing climax now, I could tell by the look on his face. He sat up on the chair and pulled his shorts under his balls. Clean shaven. Perfect, I hate lots of hair. Still on my knees, I pulled my pants down and bent over once more, showing him my boy.