She urged and thrashed, feeling her own pleasure building and nearing release."Ooooo, sooo good!" she whined against his shoulder."What is?" he asked....is question sank in slowly. Her mind wrestled to try to cope with the question. Her body was too much in control for it to succeed."What's good?" he repeated."Oh, your… thing," she squeaked.His hips stopped suddenly and held just the bulbous head of his cock inside her cunt. He stared down at her, a strange look in his eyes. Through the slits of. It made a cool place under her. She was trying not to beg him to fuck her, but didn't know how much more of this she could stand. He grasped her ankles, and pushed her legs up, and spread her legs wider. She felt the slightest tickle, and suddenly it was as if she was jolted with a charge of electricity. His tongue was going inside her, and she cried out. It felt all in the world like he was licking her belly button, FROM THE INSIDE!!! Her legs shook, completely out of her control, and she felt. ‘This kind of mange mite can be hard to find,’ I said as I started looking at the slide. ‘He might have been sad when she left, but somebody else moved in and caused the itching. Want to see?’ Chuckling, he crossed the room to the scope. ‘Can you see them moving?’ ‘Yes. There’s an adult and two babies in this field.’ ‘Gross,’ he muttered as he peered through the eyepiece. ‘Why am I not itchy?’ ‘They can’t survive on people. Some owners get a rash but most have no signs at all.’ ‘I can’t believe. So then I dated and fucked several girls my own age and to tell you the truth they did not stand a chance plus I was still getting used very heavy from my sisters and all their friends. That is when the big event happened to me. It was Emily Foster, my best friends mom. Richard was my best friend and we were like family. They lived two houses down and he and I did a lot together as well as our families. They had this huge pontoon boat a really cool ski boat. They would take me along and we.