Straightening up he fumbled with his buttoned fly. The buttons were hard as ever to work when handled in a rush with his thick 10 and a healthy half-...nch cock taking up all the slack. Finally freeing a third button, he crouched rubbing his sensitive leaking head onto her belly. Her body was so warm to his touch of her warm breasts, her warm milk, and the insides of her thighs that radiated heat. He slid himself along her belly a strong pulsing at the base of his cock and a sudden. Thamina took a pair of scissors and quickly cut open Mark's shirt. His chest and stomach was covered in smears of bright blood. Thamina pulled out pressure bandages, ripping open the paper wrapping and deftly began patching Mark's wounds."Lift him up, I need to see if there are any exit wounds," she calmly ordered. How could she be so calm, Mark was dying.No, Mark was going to be okay. If I kept telling myself that, maybe it would be true. Mark was going to be okay. Mark was going to be okay.. " Wow, if we weren't already engaged, I'd propose to you now," I moaned before I kissed her again. "Holy shit, I love you, Sherri." I love you too, Erin," she moaned, getting over Nina and plopping her palms on my jugs. "Your step-mom is playing with my slit now. Shit, I kind of hate it now because she is awesome," she moaned, closing her eyes for a few seconds. "She had never been with a woman until last weekend, but she is a lesbo pro, she knows just how to please me with those fingers. Damn,. " Her small, elegant fingers land against my arm as she leans forward, placing her own mug down. I feel a zing of awareness as her touch registers through the cotton of my shirt. "I just… I don't invite men into my home much and really I have no idea what to talk about apart from the weather, or how well you lit the fire or just how much I enjoy listening to you sing." She laughs quietly at herself, shaking her head as she looks down and away, a nervous smile curling her lips. I'm scared to.