But if booze entered the picture, I'd heard that some of the good girls could be a little bit bad sometimes. Sometimes, too, I'd heard, some of them c...ould be a whole lot bad. But who knew whether to believe the stories?I unlocked the front door and went down the hall to my room. My dad worked Saturdays until six and my mom had some friends who got together a few weekends a month to -- do whatever they did. I didn't know or care, but I think they played cards or sewed or something like that.. I was too turned on and enjoying this sweet cock of myfriend. Suddenly, this k** outside starts cumming, loudly, and then shootsall over the side of the car. I pulled my mouth off Bruce's cock and toldhim to shut the fuck up and he ran away. Bruce came out of his daze,confused, and I put my mouth back on him with more intensity, willing himto cum now. He filled my mouth with the sweetest tasting cum, and some ofit overflowing down my chin landing on his balls. I quickly licked that up.I wanted. As you watch me, watching you from all sides of the mirrored walls, with all the reflected eyes scanning your body, you slowly sway your hips, feeling your pussy heating up and throb as it starts to swell with your filthy horny thoughts, you start opening your top, as I stand transfixed on you, waiting for a signal, that will give me the green light to put my hands on you, my cock has grown too its full 9" at the thought.Our eyes meet again, for a few seconds we just stare, then move closer,. Morgana: That’s not answering my question, damnit... Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With.