Now…which way was it, Michael?’ The last bit was directed inwards. ‘Okay…the elevator’s over there…and down two, huh?’ As he reached the... elevator, Angela soon caught up, shivering at the thought of his eyes upon her, and then even more at the thought of being left behind. His hand hovered a moment, over the button, a concerned look coming over his face. ‘That’s cutting it a bit close, isn’t it? The detention blocks?’ he whispered, asking himself…asking Michael. His hand began to shake slightly,. ”“Fuck me, Cheryl.”She did. How she managed to get my swollen cock inside her small pussy without ripping herself open, I’ll never know. But she did and she was fucking like she was wild and out of control. She was grinning when she had half of me inside her. Her sexy ass was working back and forth like she was driving a locomotive. She was gaining more and more as she fucked her ass down on me while my cock slid in and out.I felt her fingers at the base of my cock and looked to see her feeling. “Oh G-d,” was all Brett said and Nick chuckled. Lucy heard a belt being unbuckled and a zipper and forced herself to keep her eyes closed. But the second zipper was too much, and she opened her eyes to see both Nick and Brett with their pants and underwear pulled down and their cocks in their hands. She looked back and forth at them and noticed that Brett’s face had almost a pained expression as he slowly stroked himself. Lucy saw that Nick was already oozing some pre-cum and she fought off a. End of story? Not at all! It didn’t take long before Joss was joining us every evening, and me having my own special armchair, didn’t seem so odd that he’d end up on the sofa alongside my wife. I turned a blind eye to how close they seemed to end up as the evenings drew on, though I confess I began to suffer the first early pangs of jealousy. ‘Perhaps this Joss thing isn’t such a good idea,’ I eventually ventured about a week later, but my plea was met with a very firm rebuttal, making my.