“I’m an emergency fuck, ‘Pull Zipper in Case of Emergency’?” Her eyes twinkled, “You’re complaining? I thought guys like non-committal quickies.” “You didn’t get off.” She pushed me away, “Don’t worry about it, that’s not why I did it. I need to get up Brett, I have to finish washing my hair.” I pulled my wet shirt off and tossed at her as she walked away. Twenty minutes later I was dishing up scrambled eggs and bacon for Irene, she was sipping orange juice. She was wearing my robe and again commiserating about Justin. That we had just fucked like hot new lovers wasn’t part of the breakfast conversation, “Was I dreaming last night or was Justin amateur here?” When I told her what happened, that I threw his naked ass out the door she laughed brightly, “Good thing you got him before I woke up, if I had been sober, I would have sliced his nuts open with a dull kitchen knife. He got off easy.” Before Irene left for her own place, she asked me what I was doing the rest of the day. I reminded her that I have a job and wouldn’t be home until after five. Hardcore She asked if she could come over after her afternoon class. I felt a little daring so I wondered out loud if she was coming back pov for another bedroom encounter. She rolled her eyes, said “Don’t you wish” then flipped me the finger as she walked out. Later that day, while remembering the wild fuck my sister put on me, I fixed up a little placard for her. When she came in about six that evening, Irene took one look at my groin and chirped a quick amused laugh. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zipper that said ‘Pull Zipper in Case of Emergency’, tugged it down and said, “This time you have to get me off.” The last few days before "the weekend" were hard to take. I had to make an indian excuse about having to go home to meet with relatives, but being blackmailed by my father didn’t leave me much choice but to lie. I was stressed over what I was pretty sure would be a repeat performance with my father, but whatever his shortcomings he always kept his promises...and It was partially my fault for the closet Incident. Either way, submitting once more would allow me to walk away once and for all. I ass dressed in jeans and a Michigan college sweatshirt. There was a foot of snow on the ground and zero temps and decided to be warm. I drove to the house and parked in front of the garage. My mother's car was gone as expected. I thought about just driving away, but couldn't risk it. I had taken 2 Benadryl to calm myself down, and it was helping. I walked into an empty kitchen. Not hearing a sound I walked into the living room...also empty. To Robert's continuing chagrin, Jessica again straddled her legs apart and let him have at it. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, just feet from them, desperation, it seems, had made them less discreet. The pee had given her a surprising amount of lube and there was very little resistance as she went knuckle deep in herself. We’re clearly doing Hardcore something wrong if we’re scared Brian is gonna see us” She replied angrily. amateur The pov cleanup took a long time and I thought Willy spent a little more time cleaning Dixie’s tits than was necessary. Her hand returned to my crotch. We all sat on the couch, naked, and drained. “No, don’t worry about it, I’ll just change when we get there. With one last hard thrust, he came. Therefore I keep doing. The guys in the back (literally) were indian fresh since they had gotten a little breather before coming upstairs, so they used their energies to produce most of the movement of all eight of them. I need something to drink.” ass For several minutes she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up.