Oh well! Nezumi! Burrow!" Rattata!" exclaimed the little pokemon, diving into the floor and tearing his way through the concrete like it was sand befo...e disappearing out of site."That's it?!" the butch woman laughed, "he hides his head in the sand?!"Both Sergeant Hamilton and her pokemon both laughed at Nezumi's expense but Misty put her hands on her hips and smiled confidently. "You'll see!" she assured them, just as Nezumi burst out of the ground behind the raichu, "Nezumi! Lock jaw attack!". Now stroke it for me. Start slow.’ Brett complied, speeding up his stroking when she told him. From the increased heaviness of breath in her voice he could tell that she was working herself off too. ‘So, where are those busy hands of yours, sexy?’ Brett asked. She moaned before replying between gasps, ‘I got two… fingers in my pussy…and I’m kneading…my left tit with… my right hand.’ Brett was reminded of the day on the rocks and as the image filled his mind. The urge to cum grew much stronger.. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Terra grumbled as she walked outside. She purposely steered away from the clearing where the family usually gathered, and made her way deep enough into the trees to gain some privacy. Beneath the boughs of a huge pine, she pulled out her phone and called Keith. She barely let him answer before asking, “When were you planning to call me back?” “I forgot. Give me a break.” His distracted tone and lack of an apology reminded her of every little inconsiderate thing. The tip of her tongue pushed into the tiny slit and worked hard, lashing in, out, as if fucking this little opening.Throughout his dinner she worked between his knees, mouth focused on just the head of his member. She scratched it lightly with her teeth, painted it with the broad softness of her tongue, left sucky little kisses on the helmet. And all the while, her thumb and forefinger formed a hard 'O' around the base of his shaft. As she felt him begin to push his hips up, she paused, changed.