No swimming. Grace ... or Carole Ann ... was poking me and nuzzling my ear ... god ... I hope that's Carole Ann and not Grace...I shooed..."Carole Ann..., stop that ... I'm getting up and the last thing I need from you is a woody ... I have to pee ... and I don't need you licking my chin. Carole Ann ... you need a SHAVE?"Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! A very cute bobcat kit had climbed on my chest and head-butted my chin.Feed ME!I had so hoped that the weird dream was just that ... the product of a. Whispering in her ear, I muttered "Drop your book under the bench, get it, and while you're down there, take your bra off."She looked at me incredulously, again a pleading frown on her face. I gestured towards the space under the bench, and she sighed. Katie knocked her book off the bench as subtly as possible and bent down to get it. I couldn't help admire the way the pink dildo jutted out from her sweet, moist pussy lips, surrounded by her incredibly tight ass. Several moments later, she. I still smelled like cunt though and went to a phone booth and called Trudy.She was surprised and happy to hear from me. I asked if she could come pick me up in her car. She said 'yes' right away so I waited in front of the gas station for her. When she pulled up I hopped into the car and said, "I fucked my teacher about forty minutes ago. I have the smell of her cunt all over my cock and balls." Trudy leaned over my lap and said, "Wow. Your teacher has some powerful cunt juice." She. ”“Good!” I moaned, thrusting my fingers deep into my mother's bowels.I sucked on mom's clit, pressing my nose into the folds of her snatch. That spicy aroma filled my every inhalation. My cock throbbed. My balls grew tighter. My dirty cock ached to be buried inside my mother's pregnant pussy.I was going to buff my dick clean inside my mom. I was going to have such a wicked time. I would use her cunt. I would fuck her so hard, then Dad could fuck her. He was getting hard again. He didn't have.