FOR SEVERAL MINUTES, I COULDN'T FEEL STEVES MOUTH SUCKING MY CLITTY DICK. I WAS THAT NUMB! BUTCH HAD WITHDRAWN AND WAS OUT AT THE KITCHEN SINK WASHING...OFF HIS SPENT PRICK WITH DISHWASHING LIQUID. ANITA HAD FOUND A COUPLE OF NAPKINS LEFT OVER FROM OUR PIZZA SUPER AND WAS PLUGGING UP MY THEN LEAKING PUSSY HOLE THAT WAS BEGINNING TO OOZE FROM BUTCHE'S GRAVITY LEAKING MANSIZED LOAD. I WAS THEN GETTING HEAT FLASHES AND FEELING A BIT DIZZY SO I BEGGED TO BE ALLOWED TO SIT ON THE COUCH. AS I STOOD UP. They were mainly my goals, but I could only reach them with him. The first goal was his hand in my ass. It almost fitted last weekend, but it was still a little too big. This weekend, it should fit. The second goal was the 1 litre bottle in my ass. 0,5 and 0,75 litre were no problem, but the 1 litre bottle was still too big. The third and ultimate goal of course was deepthroating Andy’s penis entirely. A fourth goal that cannot really be considered a goal, was receiving as many hits with the. Bill looked at her and smiled.'Making sure I can reach?' Kim flushed slightly. Then she felt the tip of Bill's finger brush gently over her pubic hair and she shivered. She looked around to see if anybody was watching and saw that there wasn't. As she looked back towards him he pushed his finger in between the lips of her cunt and moved it up and down slightly. Kim knew she was wet, she ached for him to touch her every time she saw him and now was no exception. He pushed his finger further in. Fred put his hands over his ears and quietly said, "Shit."THE RETREATSupper at the retreat had been a loud affair, everyone talking and laughing — except Jeff, who appeared stressed just to take part in the conversations. Most seemed to want to ask him questions. (Alesha was out with Jessie, so they could now talk freely with each other.) Questions about what Jeff had done off-planet. Questions they had already asked one way or another before. He tried to keep his answers civil, and thought he.