The initial flow into her mouth would have been little more than a dribble. The start of my piss would have been thick as it flushed out and mixed wit... the sperm that remained in my cock from our fuck in the park. With Claire's head tilted slightly back and the head of cock fully engulfed, I filling her mouth for the first time with a lush mix of sperm and piss. I could feel Claire's tongue roaming over the head of my cock and probing its eye, as if trying to staunch the flow of piss into her. How his shorts did nothing to hide the apparent appendage that he had beneath them. I tried not to stare but I had never seen anything that made my imagination work as much as the outline of his form did. It had been so long since I had been intimate with a real man and I couldn’t help but envision myself between his knees, clinging to him like King Kong did the Empire state building and feeling him moan as I worked both sets of my chocolate lips around his vanilla form. I spent many an evening. " Somebody I went to school with has suggested that maybe they were that person, but in an alternate timeline." Dr. Wayland shrugged slightly. "I won't say one way or the other, but it might explain why so many people think they were Cleopatra or someone like that."Danielle dismissed that. She'd never been a big believer in "past lives". "So you think this would be a legitimate research path?" I think it would fly," Dr. Wayland said. "And if it doesn't pan out completely, say you don't get the. And I got this boss skin-darkening stuff. The commercials say you can't tell it from a real tan!"In the back seat beside the little girl, Jesse said to her, "If you think real tans should be orange." The 13-year-old former brother was sitting in a dress (green gingham, no less), her arms crossed under her only girl coat, and in wedgies-shoes that made her bend her ankle in a way she was totally not use to. Winnie asked, "Orange?" The slightly bucktoothed girl was in her own dress (a blue ribbed.