Cassidy looked over and smiled. "You good?" she asked."Because of you, silly," she said. "All I could think of was this beautiful peter you have, and I knew that Jimmy's wouldn't make me happy tonight."It was almost a pleasure to eat her pussy. Cassidy had such a light, almost indistinguishable taste that I had to seek it out with the length of my exploring tongue. And after several licks and flicks of my tongue over her sex, by the time I had identified her essence, she was moaning near a scream. I looked up at her from between her smooth thighs, bore in with my tongue on her clit, and concentrated on rubbing and flicking her sensitive little nub."You just get home?" Cassidy asked, stifling a yawn with her fist over her mouth.
CHAPTER 4"The stingers have barbs, like fish hooks, so you'll have to yank hard to get them out," advised the boy. The girl grunted with the effort as she tugged hard on her nipples, shaking her head back and forth as she did so, jerking her breasts this way and that in her frantic attempts to pull the stings out. The harder she pulled the more the barbs seemed to dig in, holding the stings stubbornly in place; but there was no other way to get them out. She would just have to keep biting harder to get a firmer grip on the stings and to keep yanking harder to break the barbs' own grip on her nipples.He quickly nodded, but his eyes were fixed on Jenna's ass as she finished her turn and faced me, asking, "Hey, can I call you Kim? I mean, I am eighteen, and we are out at a club."He blatantly gave me a good long up and down stare."Well, I know it sounds selfish, but I hope it doesn't work out."
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"Does that mean 'hammered'?" asked Tiffany."Bring more drinks." said Jan."Oh SHIT!" she yelled, and then a deep, low grunt of "Unnnnnngggggghhhh" as she came. Cassidy's hips bucked against my tongue, her chest heaving, large breasts bouncing under her shirt, as she came. I kept steady, slippery pressure on her wet clit while she orgasmed, drawing out her moans as her orgasm subsided."Hi, Mr. Henderson. It's me, John." he said.
"Now, that's a remark every husband should hear coming from his wife!"“Mistress,” she whispered, “please don't do this. P-ple—heehee!” She squirmed helplessly as the fairy tickled her little toe. “Please!”Ia stared into Elly's eyes, horrified, as she felt the paintbrush start flicking over her lips again. "No," she cried. "Heehee—n-no! Pleeease, no!""I'm sorry, Kim, but that's pretty weird and you guys could be, you know, sick or something."
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"I don't," John said, diving into the water and swimming back to the embankment."...not counting the guys that were blowjobs only." I added. Anne rolled her eyes at me."Not yet." Murmured Kent."No, I guess not," John agreed, staring at her.
"God, this place is a mess!" She began gathering armloads of clothing. Kent and I quickly pitched in, grabbing our recent purchases and carting them upstairs. I placed my load in a corner of the room, arranging them so nothing could get broken, should any activity occur in the room later. Kent went by, heading back downstairs. He carried one of their purchases from the negligee store, something sheer and white. Thinking that an excellent idea, I dug out one of Anne's dainty outfits. I ran with them downstairs to the bathroom and met Anne coming out of the shower. I laid out next to the sink her high-heeled CFMP's (Come Fuck Me Pumps), a pair of sheer, black thigh-high stockings, and a sexy black thong we'd picked up earlier today. She looked at them and nodded her approval to me. We kissed as I slipped past her and jumped in the shower. I turned the water on, lathered up everywhere, rinsed, and was out drying myself with Anne's towel while she was still brushing her long, beautiful hair. Anne "dressed" in front of me. She knows how much I love to watch her seductively put clothing on or off. This was certainly no exception. I sat on the edge of the tub and she climbed up on the sink. She lifted one leg, toes pointed daintily at me, and rolled on one stocking. She repeated the process with the other leg. Anne stepped of the counter and slid on each of her shoes. My gorgeous wife towered over me by an inch or two in those heels. Lastly, she held her thong out to me. I took it and held the tiny strings apart for her as she gracefully stepped into it. As a final touch, I fasten first her gold waistlet, then her thin anklet. I rose slowly, kissing my way up her body until our lips met."What are you doing?" I asked as Cassidy pulled her jeans and underwear together over the swell of her hips and down her smooth thighs."No!" he cried.I smiled at the thought this young kid wanted to take me for a spin. A few minutes ago, I would have just to put on a show for Doug, but I needed to get my ass into the bathroom.