All of the teasing building the excitement left me yearning for the kiss that was to come next. First he kissed the lips and ran his tongue along the ...utside and then slowly between the slit massaging my clit with his tongue. This sent me into a whirlwind of pleasure and I couldn't help but let out a moan. He licked and sucked me with long soft strokes, every now and then burying his tongue as deep as he could in me. I could feel every stroke of his tongue and he was working me up like I had. Every time you close your eyes it will count as one spanking. And you will keep track of this, if you lie to me about how many times you close your eyes you will be tied to the bed and have to piss in a bucket. That piss will be poured over you in the morning. And if you beg sweetly enough I might let Aidan fuck you.” She continued to stroke Missa’s hair until she fell into a troubled sleep. However, considering the amount of sleep all of them had gotten over the past 2 days it was no surprise. He was amazed how giant it seemed up close, scraping the floors of the clouds funneled between the ridges, even though he passed it every day into town. He glanced toward the distant edges where concrete cuts into stone and remembered for a second a story he was told, a german boy who spotted a leak in the dam above town and plugged it with his finger. Apparently he stood there for hours, resolute on saving the town, even plugging a few more leaks. But it’s hard for him to think of saving. Without being too obvious I adjusted the binoculars and looked at the guy looking for what had surprised Anne, the guy was wearing swimming shorts no big deal I thought fairly well muscled I was about to ask her what the big deal was when I noticed his wet shorts were clinging to a part of his anatomy that was barely managing to hide under the confine of his shorts. I put the binoculars down and agreed with Anne it was impressive and we thought no more about it as he had wrapped a towel round.