Meanwhile Stan was fucking me rather nicely from behind. Both of their cocks were super hard and felt lovely…I was turned on to say the least. Steve... wanted to switch positions with Stan, but he wanted to fuck my ass. Stan laid on his back, and Steve slid his rock hard cock in my ass slowly. I began to lick Stan’s ass, and he said the last time he had his asshole licked was over 30 years ago and that his current girlfriend who lives up North would never do that and does not really like sucking. So I sat on the stainless steel toilet bowl that had no seat and let go with a loud tinkling sound while he watched. There was no toilet paper so I splashed water from the sink on my vulva and dried myself with a corner of the blanket. He looked bored, probably had seen hundreds of women relieve themselves in much the same way. I picked up the clothes he had brought. They were standard summer jail issue — orange short shorts, a sleeveless white tee shirt, bulky white socks and sneakers. The tee. Eventually, Ichigo did. "Do you still intend to leave?" No, master," Rukia replied immediately. "Never."'Never' was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was close enough to the truth that Ichigo let it slide. Soul Reapers were extraordinarily long-lived and measured centuries the way humans did years. As long as Rukia checked in regularly, no one would notice anything amiss. It could be centuries before they thought to rotate protectors or recall her.By that point, Ichigo would be long dead and it. There was Eric with the blanket pulled up to his chin looking guilty and Sheryl heard a soft giggling coming from the bed and it was not Eric.Sheryl pulled back the covers and there was Ellen smiling and still holding onto Eric’s hard cock.“Hi, Mom. Do you want to jerk off Eric too?” Ellen did not look one bit like someone caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing.Sheryl stood with her mouth open not knowing what to say. Twice today she was thwarted in her plans by fourteen-year-old girls..