Audrey took that particular gesture as a ‘win’ for her, because nobody seemed to be taking the night’s proceedings seriously – at least, not nearly as serious as she knew it was. “Yeah, we picked the best night to be doing this,” Audrey began, “so let’s get back to it. Everyone, get your Hardcore hands back on the planchet. Giselle, Hunter, come o– ” “The planet?!” Giselle blurted, a laugh behind her words. “What the fuck? I just want to play this game. No need to get all metaphysical ‘n shit.” “This is serious, Giselle! It’s not a game– and it’s called the planchet,” Audrey pleaded while snatching the triangular piece of balsa wood up off of the not-a-game board. She wiggled it back and forth in the round, ebony-hued face of her friend as if that was going to drive her point home. Giselle smacked away the grubby mitt in her face with an indignant look, then rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Audrey. Let’s just keep playing this game,” Giselle muttered acquiescently. “It’s not– okay, fine. Let’s just go,” Audrey replied as she smacked the planchet back doggystyle onto the center of the board. Following her lead, the other three girls returned their first fingers to the surface of the varnished wood implement and resumed doing what they were doing earlier – sitting cross-legged, huddled around the board, waiting. The four girls swapped between looking at each other and looking at the piece of wood. They were all waiting for it to slide in a decidedly paranormal fashion over to some meaningful symbol, letter, or word on the Ouija board. The board itself was illuminated by a singular candle that Audrey’s mother had forbade her from using in circumstances that weren’t emergencies. Audrey had made the executive decision that an opportunity to connect with the ethereal plane beyond this world and make contact with a paranormal cumshot entity was, perhaps, the definition of ‘emergency.’ After all, the city-wide thunderstorm raging outside was, as everyone knew, a veritable superconductor for spiritual chakras – or, something like that. “This is fucking stupid,” Giselle snapped, “one of you is going to move the– oh, Natural tits fuck,” the heavy-set black girl gasped as the blowjob diminutive, seemingly plain scrap of wood shuffled across the board. Johnny asked hopefully. Roberta said I guess I should tell your father about this. Fuck! Said Clara. She looked with envy, as she saw her mother spread wide above the shaft stuck up between her legs. Every girl of my class panted after him, including Jasmine. She blushed and shook her head. He was really scared when you were released. “Here’s your bathroom, try to keep it clean.” It was still good to have her back. I said to the boys “go on, you can touch me there” so blowjob they did. “Ugh, I always forget Natural tits something,” sighed Terrana. “Call it what you want but he obviously doesn’t like you Mr. Mulligan and lets not bring Hardcore my family into the conversation if were talking about hypotheticals for insurance,” Delauter brings it back to my original point for visiting. My legs shot out in front of me and my toes curled, my hands pressed into the armrests of the chair to keep myself back so the diabolical phallus could continue to do its very fiendish work on me. My mouth opened wide to release a scream that didn’t seem to be able to come out. “The building, I recognize it as one of the store houses,” he basically repeats and now I see the Old Man mad. When the tip of Henry's cock reached Amelia's slit, a shiver ran down his spine. Are you nervous?” Amy managed to keep licking Laura as she orgasmed and pissed, and so it was only moments later, with her mouth full of another girls' urine, that Laura orgasmed herself. She doggystyle began to wilt under my stare and stammered,"I'm...I'm sorry." Her pussy was bare and nude and just a little bit moist. So tell us about your boyfriend’s sperm.” My left hand stroked the cumshot base of his twitching dick.