Both of them layed back on the bed contentedly watching me play with their cocks I looked at them to make sure I’m doing it right and not hurting th...m, we know this shouldn’t be happening, but neither of us wants to stop.Does this feel good I ask, both of them nod in agreement, beads of pearly fluid is at the tips of their cocks now, I knew what it was though, cum, I touch the tip of their cocks with my thumb, it’s warm and slippery. I rub it around on the tips of their cocks. I bring my finger. If only I could have taken a picture. She broke my Kodak moment, by flicking her long black eyelashes up. ‘Unless you want me to stop you better keep your eyes on the road.’ I by no means wanted her to stop, so I controlled my impulse to glance down, placing my hand on the back of her head and guiding her back on to my cock. She allowed my direction, sliding my cock all the way up into her mouth. She stopped half way out holding it inside as she slid her tongue along the underside causing me to. "It's awful, isn't it? All of these people fleeing their homes and everything they know. Look at that woman with the small children, how is she going to provide for them out there in the wild?"I shook my head. Everywhere we looked it was the same story - misery and fear. Despite it all, people continually approached me to ask how the King was doing. It was obvious that the people of Gower saw King Kenneth as their salvation and they told us that they were praying to The Mother for his speedy. She had found the road to self pleasuring and the toothbrush was a big part of that discovery.Hillary was especially fond of her breasts. When she was in the shower before bed she had noticed how good her nipples felt so when the shower spray hit them at a certain angle. She liked how that feeling made her private area feel really excited. She liked the way the guys at school always made a big deal about them during her senior year. They would say stuff like WHOA mama can I lay my head on those.