He feels something wet on his nipple, circling, lapping and even nipping. That wet tongue slips down his belly until it reaches his balls. The licking...is so soft and tender despite the roughness of the tongue.In his dream, Alan’s mother is bathing his cock with her tongue, worshipping it like a woman dependent upon it for life. He feels her heat on him even more. That rough tongue is all over his balls. She feels the roundness and fullness of them under her ministrations. But this isn’t a. ? I don?t wantto be living on the street this Christmas!??And with that Janet stormed out of the apartment.????????? ?I thought she?d never leave,? Jack muttered to himself ashe turned and headed back into his bedroom.??Sorry for the interruption?now where were we?? He asked.? ????????? The person he addressed was one Lana Shields the nymphofrom upstairs, but she was in no condition to respond as she was stark naked,trussed up with rope, and with a huge red ball gag rammed in her mouth.? Red. David whispered in my ear, “I want to taste you, Alice. Can I?” I looked around, needing him, wanting this...but there were too many people here. “David, I don’t think that’s even possible.”He gave me a smirk and told me to trust him. He started to unzip my jeans. He pushed my panties to the side and pressed one of his fingers into my folds. “Fuck, baby, is that for me? You are So. Fucking. Wet."I was drenched; my panties were ruined. He stopped to pull out his cock under the blanket. He took. Freaky tried to concentrate on controling his off-road dirt bike, but the feeling of Axorie's firm, hard soft, warm, resiliant er body pressed against his back, her arms eroticaly entwined about his chest, made it har- er, made it difficult. He manfuly struggled to soldier on, however. They headed up the trails into the hills, a small stock of food, and a large bedroll their only equiptment. Freaky could always find water, even in a desert. He had canned peaches for dessert, the first night,.