Er...r****g they gave me." You poor thing! Papa is here to take care of you my c***d," he said in a quivering voice and swiped her small pussy slit wi...h the smelly rag. My wife shivered in pleasure."I can't see your slick pussy clearly as all the light is being blocked by my big black body," he said and moved away to his original posture -crotch on her face, "here, much better baby. Let me wipe all that sperm your fuckers blasted in your hairy pussy." He started swiping along her pussy slit and. "It's kind of a joke and kind of poetic and kind of sacred. Code names help keep us safe from this place crossing into our real lives." She pointed at Bumble, "You think his parents named him Bumble? Come on."Lauren stared, agog. Blinking, she tried to squeeze a thought through her mind's traffic-jam of amazement and confusion. "Uh... Uh... Chrysanthemums?"Chrys chuckled, pointing a thumb at herself. "We already got one!" Oh! Uh... Daffodil?" Got one. A Daisy, too." Hmmm... How about.... As he wiped more carefully his fingers strayed from the cloth and felt their way along the soft lips of her pussy. He wondered if all girls' pussy's were so red until he recalled once again the dreadful cries that had awakened him, made him race to his door. He remembered standing with the door opened less than an inch, his heart beating furiously as he listened to her cries. While he knew he should help he had decided that there was little he could do against five soldiers and simply stood. I was still stroking my cock. "Ever stroked a cock before?" I said. "No! Especially not one that big. My husband just climbs on me. One, two, three...he's done. Then he rolls over. We go to bed." said Emma.I slowly grabbed her left hand. I moved on the tip of my cock. "Stop! I can't be doing this. I'm married, Buck..." said Emma. 'Don't worry it won't bite. Just a few tugs. What harm could that be. Wrap your hand around. Now move it up and down. Use your other hand. Rub my.