Now bob your head up and down, just form your lips into an 'O' and suck me like your face was your pussy."She bobbed her head up and down on the boy's...cock actually enjoying the feeling of having a hard cock in her mouth and the power it gave her. Rosa lifted his cock out of her mouth, looked up and asked, "What do you want me to do when you cum Mike?" Well Rosa, good girls swallow it all down their throats, are you a good girl?"She nodded her head yes and then continued bobbing up and down on. Their shoes were filled with water, their hair completely drenched, and the rainwater was flowing down to their faces and bodies like tiny rivers as they waited for some of the excess to drain onto the front porch floor before they entered the high-ceilinged foyer. They were completely saturated as water oozed from their garments, and their clothes clung to their bodies like tar to a car’s bumper. Thunder and lightning were illuminating the darkened sky and rattling the original wavy glass. ” I kissed the hard little knot myself; twisted round in Bob’s arms and kissed him; and then snuggled back into my original position. “You remind me of something I was reading recently,” said Bob. “Oh yes? What?” “I’m doing some research into nineteenth-century English pornography.” “Did they have pornography then?” “Oh, yes. Some of it is very good. I’m thinking about working with some Japanese friends to publish a series of translations.” “Did they whip each other?” I asked, pulling. Every year at Festival, I think of them."There was that word again. "What's this I keep hearing about a festival?" I said. Celia laughed, a little too loud. "Oh Charles, you didn't know? I'm afraid the entire family is a bunch of wicked pagans."I must have looked confused, because Grandpa chuckled. "It's a family tradition of sorts," he said. "It goes back, oh, to long before I was born. Something we've done every year, for always." What exactly is it?" I said."It's just as bad as you think,".