I have more in store for my Sweets. My tongue leaves her pussy, and flicks the connecting skin between the ass and pussy. I feel her tense and begin t... pause, Sweets grinds her hips towards me so I don’t stop. That is all the encouragement that I need. I begin to run my tongue along the edge of her puckering hole, her honey is flowing into my mouth and my tongue slips into the tight pucker of her ass. I can taste her juices filling my mouth and her ass, her muscles convulsing on my tongue. I. Mark knew both girls belonged to a street gang and were feared. He went back on the landing heard the door being unlocked and watched as Mandy came through it, he admired the way her uniform hugged her body. Mandy went to the door of their flat unlocked it looked at Mark and said ” you been here 3 days and not showed your cock yet” Mark just smiled Mandy added ” come on get the fucking thing out let me see it” Mark smiled lowered his shorts revealing his 5 inch limp dick, Mandy looked smiled. But, I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass. Had a pretty nice 'bush' in my pits, and was hanging 7 1/2” of dick. To most of the other bois on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating. Living in East Texas made it pretty easy to maintain a tan, and when it enveloped blonde hair, and blue eyes, well, lets just say I was a devil in disguise :). I had one of those 'surfer boi' haircuts, right at shoulder length. Girls came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to. He wasn’t even sure he understood the allusion. “Least you’ll be getting some prick-sex.” Nothing could be further from the truth, Stephen thought, glumly. Marianne might support traditional marriage, but it was more of the “Not tonight, dear, I’ve got a headache” kind of tradition that she favoured when it came to sex. Marianne was deeply conventional – she certainly wouldn’t indulge in anything that was as socially proscribed as prick-sex was, even with her enthusiasm for traditional.