He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 200 pounds, with deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, his face was chiseled from fine marble. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with indian sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen years old, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school had the effect on me Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan if he threw one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan’s house was empty, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer. For the next few months dad tried in vain to find mom, he wanted her back. He kept almost daily contact with her family, he checked with her work a couple of times, but she had quit; he posted pleas and begged her return on her social media sites, but mom had cut him off completely. Every once in a while, I would get a note through social media, or a phone call; dad didn’t know, and mom told me if I let dad know she was talking to me, she would cut me off too. So, I didn’t tell him. To sum up, dad and I were alone, taking care of each other by the time I turned sixteen. Please don't leave... it was horrible..." She was prostrate with arousal, helpless with desire. “The hyperdrive unit has been installed and all systems are green. If I wanted to distract you, I’d just mention that, as delicious as Ayana looks, she could never hope to compete with my skills.” Without a warning he moved his fingers in my cunt and we all heard that tell tale squelching sound. The room was large, and no one could see in from the inside. Fuck it, I thought…if I am naked, so can he be. I had another one and could just about make out Karen saying, The Next Morning I ask her if she has to go to work today, she said yes in a couple of hours at noon. And a lot of fun if you have a partner” So she tries to denegrate you to herself. The elf slowly began to harden and show his size. I crawl up a little higher and kiss Twyla's dark and full lips. However, this twisted tale is not quite finished yet. He then heard, “Oh, my God, I’ve never seen such a big cock. Be a slut and work that cunt up and down his dick,” Melissa moaned. She held it down to keep herself covered. “I guess that’s pig,” she mumbles as I grab the rebound and toss it to her. You should be my 2nd present to him!" Checking that my skirt was covering what it is supposed to, I turned and walked away with 2 thoughts on my mind. “This is really happening,” she groaned. Shortly after I began increasing the pace and her expression turned from that of desperation to that of pleasure. He attached the chain to her cuffed hands and did the same for Cathy's brother Chris. “Man, I could get used to doing this to you every night.” I had seen it happen in some of the porn that Lyn and I watched late at night. “No, no, she's getting it from me,” Samantha said, her voice so firm. As she left the bathroom and her footsteps disapated until we couldn't hear her anymore. A wall of windows wrap around the elevator and stops at each of the stairs, then continues on the other end. “That book edited by Player Two,” I growled. He immediately replied to not worry that things were cool were just gonna catch the indian game. She went into the coat closet in the parlor where she kept clothes she almost never wore and then joined Sharon in the parlor dressed in a strapless, white lacy mini length dress. “You may after you hear it.” she said. I rubbed my pussy lips and clit into the hard, leather saddle. It was obvious that Craig had told them what he had seen as silence, bowed heads and silly giggles greeted us. I couldn't wait to parade Aurora around on my arm, her face flushed. "What di you think Jada, would you like a demonstration?