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Not recognizing anyone, Tim took a seat at a table near the bar. He ordered a beer and watched a baseball game on the television. He was surprised when someone pulled out a chair at his table. The stranger said,
WSK: "My Muse,
I am an Adam of overcast sky.
Be still.
Rest in my
Morning sheen serene."
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chanted as he felt his sperm exploding from his pulsating shaft. He let the shaft remain inside her pussy, right to the hilt, his balls pressed against the inside of her thighs, as he gasped and groaned.
She straddled me, one hand on my shoulder, the other hand guiding my cock into her. And then she sat down, her pussy engulfing me completely. I gasped and thrust upwards, pressing against her cervix. She cried out and threw her head back as she began to ride me. My hands went to her breasts and I pulled the bodice of her elf costume down. It was elastic and came over her breasts easily. She had removed her bra, and her creamy globes sprang free, almost glowing in the dim streetlights.
"I don't think it's a very good idea Jonathan." Warren's voice rasped nervously. "I mean we tried to destroy Buffy before by summoning demons, and each and every time it ended in disaster. Some of them turned on us.
Brooke said. "I just came back to get the rest of my things. I see that someone already packed everything for me."
I decided she had given me a definite clue that she wanted more of this girl/girl guy/guy thing so I said, "Angela needs some loving in return, Kristen, why don't you give her some pleasure." Again, Kristen smiled at me and then crawled over to Angela. First, she began to massage her breasts and then to everyone's surprise, she lay Angela on her back and then crawled on top of her. As Angela embraced her, Kristen's hand found Angela's pussy and as Angela moaned, Kristen kissed her deeply on the mouth.
I looked away. But then felt her fingers turn my chin back to her and tilt my head upwards, commanding me to look into the face that so captivated me.
"Yeah that's what I usually get, but, no, I'm 110% island freak."
I just sat on the floor with my lower jaw hanging somewhere down near my knees.
"No, I'm not gay." He steadied his voice and looked her directly in the eyes, trying to ignore the others crowding round him.
Her hands moved my mouth to her engorged clit; I bathed it with my tongue, causing her body to shake in pleasure. Suddenly her hands were pulling me up, as I stood she reached for me, guiding me to her opening.
"I know about the school board's offer and I'm counting on a softball scholarship, so I'm going to make sure you take the job"
Unlike the other arm, this one was more or less straight down at the side, and she noted how different the musculature felt in this position, the biceps longer and flatter, the forearm less blocky. At the wrist the hand curved gently inward toward the hip, which canted slightly outward. And as she felt the hip it occurred to her - he was nude.
"What the hell does this do?", he asked.
I met the pilot who was quite professional yet friendly.
"Oh, God, you should!" she heard Sukie gasp.
I got to my car as fast as I could and back home to my bed where I masturbated several times till my lust was satisfied. I need to do this again.
Before I can cave into cowardly retreat I grab the barely-there lacy thong, ice-blue with a deep pink trim, and slowly slide them on. Juice from my throbbing cunt delicately dampens the crotch. Next I grab a deep blue halter dress; only, it really isn't a halter, or a dress. The wispy satin and lace confection embraces me; over firm, full breasts, across my almost-flat abdomen; then, a little struggle…it settles over a pair of full hips and a generously rounded derriere. The hem flares into a gentle ruffle halfway down my thigh. Every curve, perfect and not-so-perfect, is highlighted by the dress. One delicate, gravity-defying spaghetti strap ensures my breasts retain their voluptuous pout.
When Mandy felt her cunt being sucked and licked, she knew we were both keepers. That was the word she used, "keeper" as she lay there sucking on my tongue now while my wife licked her pussy clean again! She said, "God my head is spinning!"
She rolls onto her side, pushes her legs forward from her body and squeezes her thighs together, trapping Julie's hand hard against her pussy. Susan squeezes hard as Julie keeps on rubbing that firm regular stroke. Oh God, I am going to come. She feels it, the building sensations. Julie keeps it up, rubbing the same way. Suddenly Susan whimpers and relaxes the pressure on Julie's hand. Julie pulls her hand away. Susan pulls her legs back under her and just lies there. Too spent to do anything.
WSK: "My Muse,
I am an Adam of overcast sky.
Be still.
Rest in my
Morning sheen serene."
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chanted as he felt his sperm exploding from his pulsating shaft. He let the shaft remain inside her pussy, right to the hilt, his balls pressed against the inside of her thighs, as he gasped and groaned.
She straddled me, one hand on my shoulder, the other hand guiding my cock into her. And then she sat down, her pussy engulfing me completely. I gasped and thrust upwards, pressing against her cervix. She cried out and threw her head back as she began to ride me. My hands went to her breasts and I pulled the bodice of her elf costume down. It was elastic and came over her breasts easily. She had removed her bra, and her creamy globes sprang free, almost glowing in the dim streetlights.
"I don't think it's a very good idea Jonathan." Warren's voice rasped nervously. "I mean we tried to destroy Buffy before by summoning demons, and each and every time it ended in disaster. Some of them turned on us.
Brooke said. "I just came back to get the rest of my things. I see that someone already packed everything for me."
I decided she had given me a definite clue that she wanted more of this girl/girl guy/guy thing so I said, "Angela needs some loving in return, Kristen, why don't you give her some pleasure." Again, Kristen smiled at me and then crawled over to Angela. First, she began to massage her breasts and then to everyone's surprise, she lay Angela on her back and then crawled on top of her. As Angela embraced her, Kristen's hand found Angela's pussy and as Angela moaned, Kristen kissed her deeply on the mouth.
I looked away. But then felt her fingers turn my chin back to her and tilt my head upwards, commanding me to look into the face that so captivated me.
"Yeah that's what I usually get, but, no, I'm 110% island freak."
I just sat on the floor with my lower jaw hanging somewhere down near my knees.
"No, I'm not gay." He steadied his voice and looked her directly in the eyes, trying to ignore the others crowding round him.
Her hands moved my mouth to her engorged clit; I bathed it with my tongue, causing her body to shake in pleasure. Suddenly her hands were pulling me up, as I stood she reached for me, guiding me to her opening.
"I know about the school board's offer and I'm counting on a softball scholarship, so I'm going to make sure you take the job"
Unlike the other arm, this one was more or less straight down at the side, and she noted how different the musculature felt in this position, the biceps longer and flatter, the forearm less blocky. At the wrist the hand curved gently inward toward the hip, which canted slightly outward. And as she felt the hip it occurred to her - he was nude.
"What the hell does this do?", he asked.
I met the pilot who was quite professional yet friendly.
"Oh, God, you should!" she heard Sukie gasp.
I got to my car as fast as I could and back home to my bed where I masturbated several times till my lust was satisfied. I need to do this again.
Before I can cave into cowardly retreat I grab the barely-there lacy thong, ice-blue with a deep pink trim, and slowly slide them on. Juice from my throbbing cunt delicately dampens the crotch. Next I grab a deep blue halter dress; only, it really isn't a halter, or a dress. The wispy satin and lace confection embraces me; over firm, full breasts, across my almost-flat abdomen; then, a little struggle…it settles over a pair of full hips and a generously rounded derriere. The hem flares into a gentle ruffle halfway down my thigh. Every curve, perfect and not-so-perfect, is highlighted by the dress. One delicate, gravity-defying spaghetti strap ensures my breasts retain their voluptuous pout.
When Mandy felt her cunt being sucked and licked, she knew we were both keepers. That was the word she used, "keeper" as she lay there sucking on my tongue now while my wife licked her pussy clean again! She said, "God my head is spinning!"
She rolls onto her side, pushes her legs forward from her body and squeezes her thighs together, trapping Julie's hand hard against her pussy. Susan squeezes hard as Julie keeps on rubbing that firm regular stroke. Oh God, I am going to come. She feels it, the building sensations. Julie keeps it up, rubbing the same way. Suddenly Susan whimpers and relaxes the pressure on Julie's hand. Julie pulls her hand away. Susan pulls her legs back under her and just lies there. Too spent to do anything.
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