Antoinette shivered as she remembered the bloated and blackened corpse the girl refused to release from her small hands."It is a wonder her mind ever ...ound a way out of the darkness that claimed it."The girl that Antoinette guided through the motions of the funeral was not the bright and bubbly child that she remembered from a visit to the Garnier the previous summer. The girl was brusque, angry and sullen. When the woman tried to dress the child for her beloved Papa's funeral, she had lashed. I was out of my suit and the rest in under thirty seconds, and my tongue was running around the left nipple in thirty-one. She gasped, pulled my head harder into the 33A breasts, really hard, as she shoved her nearest leg under my leg, opening up her pussy to me. She wrapped her hand around my already proud cock and wiped the head up and down her soaking wet opening. She squirmed a little and I suddenly found her fully under me and my cock just about to announce its entrance. It was like a. I am not the most ravishing creature in the world and was terrified that he would take one look and say thanks, but no thanks. He arrived and called from downstairs. We met and it seemed very stiff as we rode the elevator up to the club lounge (one of the perks of travelling well). We sat overlooking the city and the conversation flowed, but it seemed strained. We talked about this and that but I had no idea what was on his mind. All I wanted to know was if reality was as good as imagination. I’d want to taste it if I were there I’d rip those panties off and bury my tongue so deep. ‘ ‘Oh my God!’ I moaned, ‘I’m cuming now.’ I felt my vaginal muscles clench my fingers and I ground my hips up into the air and my clit harder against my palm. A twinge of a cramp in my calf from over tensing caused me to collapse back on the couch. I could hear Brian stroking himself now. A rhythmic dull smacking sound with a slight moistness to it. He harsh breathing was overcome by a rolling growl of a.