I'll have to think about that!" Asshole! Which way to your bedroom?" Allow me to escort you." I replied feigning formality.We didn't even bother to cl...se the door. We fell onto the bed, tearing each others clothes off. She sat up against the pillows, legs crossed, Indian style. "No touching!" She placed the thick end of the carrot to her lips, kissing it just before opening her mouth and letting it slide in. I sat at the foot of the bed, my gaze glued to her pretty teen body. I looked at her. As the girl behind me drives the dildo into my bum I gasp and squeal and press forward driving my tongue as far up the other girls vagina as I can and so we go on and on until both of them climax!I'm exhausted from the physical effort of it and from the psychological shame of it. They strip my blindfold from me and I face them. The three of them are lounging naked, in post orgasmic bliss. They are laughing at me. They know that while they have reached physical emotional sexual satisfaction, I'm. “The great Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, or rather what’s left of it. We’ve finally left New York State behind us. Where in PA is this, anyway?” Justine replied to her husband ... well, her first hubby.“Somewhere just over the border. Erie County, perhaps?” Mike Hawkins pointed to the county line that they bypassed seconds before.“Touche ... very general of you,” Justine answered the flippance of her second husband.Both men cracked up at their wife and her response. Justine was nothing if not. I bent forward, aimed, swished the first branch a couple of times and then I struck with a force that even surprised myself. This cut would have been very painful even without the thorns. It hit perfectly across my naked globes and in the mirror I could see a bright red welt forming, with several droplets of blood appearing. Some wounds were bigger than the others and some blood trickled down my buttocks and thighs. But the most extreme sensation was a few seconds after the stroke. Suddenly it.