I think I'd like that tongue of yours back in my asshole for a little while," he said as he crawled onto the bed and put his knees on either side of m... body facing my feet. I had a perfect view up into the crease of his ass and his pink little asshole. He slowly lowered himself until I extended my tongue and brushed it across that hot hole. "Oh yeah, that's good. Get that tongue in there," he said, settling down into a comfortable position on top of my face. He rode my face for about 15 minutes. “Happy birthday, Suzanne.”No one had ever called her Suzanne. Her name had always been some variation on Suzy, and because of her smaller frame and youthful appearance, she had never even imagined herself as a Suzanne. Before she could react however, she noticed she had already begun walking towards him, slowly at first, but then faster, and faster, till she almost found herself unable to get to him quickly enough. The smile on Mr. Franklin’s beautiful face remained, but he took his hands out. Their boat secure, the liberty party disembarked. ‘A fine body of men,’ Margarethe remarked ironically, to no one in particular. ‘But soft you now, if it isn’t the fair Ophelia and her girlfriends.’ Several young women emerged, their neat caps and pinned-up hair contrasting with the close-cropped hair of the men. One of the women, a sturdy looking blonde with a round, happy face, was looking about her with what could only be described as smiling Irish eyes. ‘Nice,’ said Margarethe, ‘what do. I’m going to hand Peter the listening end, and he’s going to hold it to his dick. You are absolutely not allowed to touch that end of the scope tonight even if this is your costume. Do you understand me young lady?”“Yes ma’am.”“Hmm, I still think i better give you something to do with your hands. Hold on to one of your big jugs, and put a finger on your lips like you’re thinking intently about what you’re hearing.”Meagan puckered her lips, giving herself a case of duck-face, but Debbie loved.