After the plan was completely executed, I went downstairs into my room, put my head in my hands, and prayed. I probably prayed like that for hours, long enough to hear Molly come home, make small talk, and go to her room. Long enough to make out the typing noises coming from her room, that sigh she made when she was done her work, and a few footsteps. The sound of her bag hitting the floor. Her walking out into the washroom. An electric toothbrush whirring. One set of clothes rustling to the floor, and a pair of makeshift pajamas hitting skin. A few more footsteps. A closing door. I could practically hear the tick-tock of masturbating time, the individual seconds passing me by in super-slow motion as I focused, waiting for one sound. An uncomfortable “Aah!” accompanied by a crunch-esque sound of wood collapsing. My hands whipped off of my face like a bolt of lightning. I bolted to my door, then quickly realized immediately responding would be unrealistic. At the door, I counted to three in my head, then opened my door, then hers. “What’s going on?” I Hardcore asked to the darkness of her room. Molly only groaned in response. A second or so passed before she somehow found the switch to her bedside lamp. My eyes were treated to an almost comical portrayal of Molly strewn across her mangled heap of what used to be her bed. “The bed…” she managed. I immediately went to her and extended a hand to her in assistance. “Are you okay?” I asked with the tone and face I had been rehearsing. “Yeah, I think so.” She grimaced as she stood up straight, grabbing her back with one hand. “Ack. That… hurts.” She glanced back to the pov cum bed, then at me, and smiled slightly. “Did I gain fifty pounds today?” I smiled sympathetically, then the both of us looked back to her bed. “I’m pretty sure beds are supposed to hold the weight of human bodies.” I remarked. “You’re not exactly John Pinette amateur either.” This time she kept her hands by her side and just laid her head back as her body pleasured itself without her Hardcore assistance. "I'm going to cum inside your pussy, Ashley." If you turned around and walked out, there would be no problem. "No" I answered honestly, "But I'll stop by a pool and spa place and get up amateur to speed on it if you want me to give it a try." Kyle gives a sharp look at Nisha. I was so aroused at the thought of what might happen there. Maxam My uncle let Peter out of the front door, and came back to sit on the sofa and turned the TV on, watching football as my Grandpa kept me with him. He remembered the pizza kid saying he didn’t think anyone had ever got in her pants. She is now tonguing Jennifer’s womanhood like cum a ravenous animal. I sat her down then said, Walked away without a scratch on pov him-“ In her days at the saloon she had showed herself off on numerous occasions but masturbating never as publicly or as blatantly as this and to say she was embarrassed would be an understatement. “No, no, it would never get to that. I head upstairs and hit the track.