Oh shit…I thought! He isn’t just going to walk by; he is going to come right in looking for me. I wondered if I should grab the covers real quick..., but I froze, and he was coming down the hall. I tried to relax and do my best to fake sleeping. I heard him approach my room and call my name one more time. Then the footsteps stopped and silence. I lay there trying to breathe normal, as I knew he was in the doorway. It seemed like forever, and I started to wonder if he snuck off, but I kept. "Funny," I answered. "Isn't that what you do most of the day?" Teresa was 20, a cute, top-heavy bottle-blonde with several piercings and tattoos and one of those tongue studs, and she worked as a repair dispatcher for the cable TV company. Thanks to her connections I got great service and the fastest Internet service possible, and at a great deal. She was my wife's only daughter, and she liked giving me a hard time about pretty much anything she could think of. Sex included. I did a pretty good. Professor Lily was interested in those students whose lust was so intense, that they had no hope of listening to the lecture; those horny youths that couldn't even stop glaring at her figure while she was talking to them. They were the most fun. These students were allowed to participate in her 'Personal Projects.' No one knew what these projects were exactly, because for some reason, no student would ever speak of them, no matter how intensely he was interrogated.Yes, there was one. Tyrell. My cock was about to blow its load!Martin worked on her body for about ten minutes before he started to undo his belt he put my wife's hand down his jeans. Her blue eyes opened wide in surprise as his cock jumped out! What a beautiful cock he had. Eight inches of smooth man meat quivering in the cool night air. Martin didn't hesitate, he moved her into the doggy position across the back seat to fuck her. He moved up behind her. Then he surprised both of us, blowing my mind. He asked me to put.