He took a sip of coffee, grimaced, and then set the cup down. His stomach was sour enough already.The Woodman asked, "Does anyone have an antacid?"The... Smith said, "I could use one, too."No one offered an antacid.The Weaver looked up at the clock waiting for the minute hand to reach the top. It seemed to her that the closer it got, the slower it moved. Her stomach churned at the idea of what was going to happen next. She looked around the room at the other heads of the ten families. They looked. I used to go to her house every day after school and we would hang out. Naturally, I sniffed her panties as often as I could. She was a redhead and usually had a couple pubes in them too. They always smelled so good and I got to know some different types of dirty panties. Some smelled like pee. Some had creamy spots. Some had no spots but still had a pussy smell. One day, she asked me to get something from her room.As I walked in, I checked the spot in her room where she kept her dirty laundry. We chose a recently released comedy and set aside the next few hours for laughing our asses off. We had been joined by Adi and Mita, a couple of foreign students from the university that we were all attending, and Lauren. Lauren was the kind of girl that had every guy's head turning as she walked through the halls. A 25 year old senior from Detroit, she had a sophisticated yet down to Earth manor that only served to accentuate her tanned skin and blonde hair. She was the ideal model of a beach. As my thighs slowly parted the hem of my dress worked its way up them.“It’s making you wet.”I didn’t bother to answer. She already knew the answer. I felt her hand resting just above my knees, her fingers stroking my bared thigh was I watched, mesmerized, my panties feeling like they’d soon be soaked through.On screen, the girl was "forced" to take the cock, the stranger grabbing her hair and pushing himself into her wet and willing mouth so she could suck it, while jerking off the other two.