Francheska broke our kiss to look over. "Mmmm, I know that tongue and those fingers. Candy can rimm like a tornado and stroke either a cock or clit ti...l your legs are shaking."Against the wall behind the trio was Champagne taking it all in. slowly rubbing the front of her dress I would have swore she was packing a truncheon. she reached under her skirt and brought out what I would hardly call a missile. It was as round a summer sausage and as long as a ruler. She stroked a few times and slowly. Infamous in its time(but rather tame by today's standards), the novel, according to the blurbon its front cover, which features a full-color illustration of theprotagonist herself wearing a blazer, a pencil skirt, and sensible heels,as she stands, looking gorgeous but forlorn, under a streetlamp on GayStreet, holding a ratty wicker suitcase, concerns "a lost, lonely,boyishly appealing" protagonist "who never knew what she wanted--until shecame to Greenwich Village and found the love that. I felt one final surge of energy before I set her down onher bubble butt, took a couple more of plunges into this new pussy slutthat I created and then took my dick out shooting ribbon after ribbonof cum all over new sweaty tits, face and hair, her lapping it up likecold water on a 100 degree day.The security guards came in just as before to escort this new slut toher temporary home for the day to one of the pneumatic tubes in thecrowd to be sanitized and to become a slutty stripper for the. But you are so much nicer andhappier as her, you should think about staying this way all the time. Itmight shock Bob and maybe Jim at first but I think the other twowouldn't even blink as you are the one that formed and holds thepartnership and the team together."It was my turn to hug Carol and thank her for her thoughts, then hurryher on her way home. And on my own way home I mulled her words over inmy head. What was clearly impossible two weeks ago didn't seem quite asdifficult now.Carol met.