The Lez Witch nodded. "I know," she said gently. "But it is only so onthe surface, you know. After all, we have a certain nature-a humanessence...that...dictates the way in which we react to any stimuli, Thegrandeur of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, for example. Who has not felt adeep sense of contentment with the world when the words of Schiller's'Ode to Joy' are sung in the Final Movement?" '"Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning, Daughter of Elysium, Fire drunken we are ent'ring Heavenly, thy holy. As I did she let out a long sigh of delight. The area around her nipples were nearly as hard as the nipple itself. I pulled her sweater off, anxious to see those hot little boobs. They were small but perfect, and very sexy. She pulled my pants down to expose my animal print thong underwear. Instead of ripping them off she savored the moment. Looks like there is something pretty big under there she cooed. She caressed my nearly bare ass. Then started running her hot wet tongue around the. I told him he'd gone home and if I could help. so he asks me a totally long winded question.We sit down to look at the issue and we start talking in between. I'd never really spoken to him but he seemed quite cool. he told he was married which calmed my nerves about the gay thing and then continued to tell me all about all the stuff going on with his house. he was doing some extension work, plus he was looking at buying a new car and planning to go on holiday. it's obvious I picked the wrong. He didn't force her down, only guided her hips as he withdrew support, letting her own weight force her reluctant sphincter over the great bulb."Oh, Jesus!" she groaned aloud as her sphincter slowly dilated and swallowed the fat knob of his cock.Her ass burned furiously, lacking sufficient lubrication. Her finger nails dug viciously into the flesh of his bare shoulders and her jaws clenched so tight that her neck hurt as she settled slowly onto the long shaft, silently enduring the fiery.