She had an intereting habit, when she was really turned on -she'd get on top and spread me apart and dry hump me. I was so crazy about her I was total...y into it. One Sunday morning, after breakfast we got home and as she talked with her mother on the phone I went down on her, first undressing her and eating her ass, then her pussy. She was so hot I wanted her cock and pussy at the same time. Little did I know it -I was about to. She forced me on my knees and fed me her strap-on and as a virgin. She took a hand in hers and lowered it to her skirt top, whispered “the zip” then left him to find things for himself. The zip slithered its course, the button at the waist, fell to him and the skirt dropped to her ankles a dark ring around stockinged feet. Again he paused, she knew she needed to help him so turned and faced the lad. She could see he was out of his depth. She smiled at him, then said “blouse next” like an automaton he began at the top, slowly the blouse peeled away, the black. ‘Don’t worry about it, sister,’ said one man with a wispy pale goatee and long pale hair. ‘You’re accepted into the commune.’ ‘Am I?’ Wondered Innocence slowly stroking her penis and watching with a kind of disinterested fascination as it falteringly got larger. She noticed as she masturbated herself that she was watched with rather the same fascination as an animal in a zoo, and nobody took the opportunity to join her. She felt quite lonely as she came into her hands and allowed the semen to. After a while I stopped looking at him, just enjoying the sensations, cock in my head and down my throat, hand at my cunt. I blew him for I don’t know how long, kneeling before him, frigging myself with my free hand. Best date ever. So wonderful. We’d never fight again. Ever. Then his palm pressed against my forehead. With a shluup he pushed me off his cock. I whimpered a little. I wanted his dong—I giggled, dong, so goofy, I hadn’t called it that in years—back inside my head. His dong. Making.