He worked up a wad of spit in his mouth, then let it dribble down into her waiting orifice. She kept her mouth open while he did this several more ti...es, coating her tongue with his saliva. Then he stepped forward, and finally let her resume sucking his cock. She was still going to be denied his cum, however. He had other games planned for her. Walking to the bed, he picked up the lube and the bone. He poured some of the lube on his hand, then worked it up and down the narrow part of. “You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you?” You ask me. All I can do is shake my head no, blushing deeply. I know full well that you have more in store for us. Your body is over mine, you wiggle a bit brushing your cock along my inner thigh. I part my legs a little wider, as you rest between my thighs, your hips grind into me lightly. I look into your eyes, as you smile down at me, pecking my lips lightly with yours. I feel your cock tease my slit, running along my slick wetness. You push. I can see to my knees in the mirror. You stand behind me, in a white shirt. Collar open, and sleeves rolled up twice to your forearm. Dark blue pants. You look crisp for someone who worked all day long. Save for your hair, and your face. It's tired. But your eyes are still sharp, not moving and so are your lips. I watch you, torn with where exactly to focus. I want not to look away from your face, because I wish to catch you give away something, anything. But then, your left hand drop to my. "You verify through other sources. You already know the textbook."Pinky was interrupted by a honking noise from the female, Sunrise. Hank answered back with a quack and gestured with his left hand formed into a bird-like head. Sunrise flapped her wings. Florida's unique nudist culture was not obvious--children and adults both were more shocked by Hank communicating with a flamingo in its own language than by Hank's nudity."I don't believe it," a woman said. "You aren't talking to those.