She was soaked. “Please! Oh Please Henry! I can’t stand it! It hurts sooo bad. I want you... help me please…”“Two more and we are finished.�...� There was no way he could stop now. He was compelled to finish painting his canvas. He had dreamed of this moment for weeks. He unzipped his fly and allowed his impressive manhood to spring free. He moved to where she had a good view of him. “Will you finish and claim your reward?” he asked, stroking himself and thumbing the oozing precum across his. "....And what makes you feel like you cant trust me?'"Because you're a dirty fucker!" You don't know that for sure. I've never put the moves on you." I said, because I hadn't."None the less, I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me like a hungry lion. You don't even have to say anything."She had me pegged I must say."Did I ever tell you that Im the great great great great granddaughter of Charles Dickens?" Really? No, you never mentioned that." I guess I believed her. Who would make. I lost track of time and direction while I did, and I sucked my brother’s cock for what seemed like an eternity until he placed his right hand on the top of my head and started to piston his big thick cock down my throat. I knew my reward was only moments away and boy did I ever get rewarded! He shot so much cum that some of it flowed down his cock and across his big balls. I swallowed as much as I could before licking the remainder off his cock and balls. Benny released the pressure of his. As she visualized them, Evan shivered. The Wicked Witch's theme from "The Wizard of Oz" had played in her mind when she first saw Jessica and now it did so again. Jessica wore a black skirted suit and had her dark hair in a bob surrounding huffy wide-mouthed features. Evan thought her voice might be hypnotic if one did not already know the things it espoused. Her hazel eyes appraised the world and found it wanting. It was unnerving in particular that Jessica's left eye did not seem to follow.