"At first I though I'd have to move," she said. "But I can't afford to. This arrangement is making everything work out. School and so forth. I don't k...now how else I'd manage everything. I just ... feel..." I know." Maybe we could pretend the whole thing never happened and keep on going like before." Sure. Maybe." Yeah. That'd be good."She looked off to the side toward the bank of windows facing east. A full moon was rising behind a veil of fog - bold yet diffuse."I feel stupid," she added, as. For an eighth-grader, I had a pretty decent sized cock when I was aroused and I felt sure that whatever Cheryl's sexual experience had been up to that time, I had one every bit as big, thick and more than capable of fucking her pussy good."Cheryl, get out of those fucking clothes of yours and let me show you this bad boy gun that I carry around between my legs," I said, as I stood there in front of Cheryl, stroking my hardon and letting her see not only the size and girth of my hard rod but. The heavyset blond grabbed her head and forced her back onto his wide shaft, pumping into her mouth wildly. Lucia did her best to continue to stroke Trey and Stan as Larry ravaged her mouth. Her lips were starting to feel bruised and swollen, her throat was sore and her jaw and neck ached. But it gave her such a thrill. And through it all, Robert -- sweet, helpful Robert -- was watching her degrading, carnal performance. The thought that he might be getting hard for her again as she was used by. She drooled so much saliva down her chin so that it dripped on her chest and slid down her flat stomach. The gagging and grunting sounded almost like a rooting hog. It wasn't romantic, but then this wasn't about romance. It was obvious she wasn't trying to prolong my pleasure. There was no teasing me and then backing off. Abby was hell-bent on sucking me off as fast as she possibly could. Maybe she figured this old man wouldn't be able to get it up again. I don't know, but I wasn't going to.