Ken watched as she opened the box. “It’s very nice,” he commented. “Looks more like an engagement ring than a dress ring though.” Sandra lo...ked up at Samuel standing next to Ken. “It is,” she told him. “Samuel has asked me to marry him.” For a moment Ken wondered if he had heard her right but the look on her face told him that he had. “B... but... “ “I know,” she said. “I’ve told him that I can’t marry him.” “W... what’s brought all this on?” Ken asked. “I want to marry Sandra and have. With no further excuse to wait, she brought the toy to the edge of her sex and started to push it in. Becky let out a deep breath as the blue toy started to open her up. Slowly she started to fuck herself with the still-off toy. The warmth she was feeling from the lube was spreading inside her. She closed her eyes as she started to get more turned on. She didnt know how long she had been just fucking herself with the toy when she started feeling the ears brushing by her clit. She opened her. .."It was too much for the fourteen year old and he went into sensory overload, slumping onto the bed, unconscious. It was only for a few seconds and his limp legs fell away from his mother's shoulders. Dianne sat back on her knees and looked at her son's jerking body. Her lips and tongue still had the taste of her son's essence and she smiled down at him, knowing that her mouth was going to return to her son's penis later on. Daniel slowly recovered as wonderful aftershocks rippled across his. She is a masterpiece from the volcanoes of her land. Black eyes on black skin on black soul. A wild witch born from a sulfur pit. A barren moon in the Parisian night. Her nudity is a dance, a mad trance. Your eyes waltz from her shoulders to the gorge between her breasts. Breathless, you climb her polished skin. Her erect nipples are gems of jet stone. From their sharp edges you fall past her belly into her hairless pubis. You stumble on a powerful Rift, the cleft of her sex. Her fiery red cunt.