Mind your voice Billie! My mouth is too full of her juicy, pink pussy to say anything now. As my tongue is pushed deeper inside her she grabs her righ... breast, lets out one more moan and climaxes on my mouth. I feel it convulsing as she cums, leaning back, still holding the headboard to anchor herself on me. As she convulses and moans through her orgasm I suddenly realise that I, too, am close to exploding, now two fingers deep inside myself. She sees that I am panting and goes to help me but I. What kind of chipmunk are you?"Chatty giggled and looked over her shoulder at the wise old owl."I am a flying chipmunk just like a flying squirrel, Mr. Owl. My family taught me how to fly from tree to tree just like a bird. But I am really not a bird. I just seem to look a little like one. The other chipmunks talk about me behind my back and make fun of me." Well, I think it looks mighty attractive, Miss Chatty."Chatty looked up at the large feathered bird of prey and decided he was serious.. . well!" "Yes, the women will be fully clothed of course, many wearingleather or bikinis, but it is intended for the boys to look likewalking genitalia. We may also have our hands cuffed in backand most likely dog collars and leashes!" "B-but, its a dance! How do I dance with a woman like that?" "It's a cattle inspection for sissyboys, not really a dance!But if its like last year it will be equally divided between male choice and ladies choice!" Terry laid back on his bunk, "I can't. Walking up behind me, he rested his hands on my softly rounded hips. "Hey!! You'll disrupt my rhythm!!" I scolded him mockingly. I leaned my face forward to kiss him very softly, trailing my tongue along his lips, as I entwined my arms around his waist. "Hey, let's see some tea!!" he said jokingly, then left me to finish making the tea as he sat on the couch in the living room. I thought of how he and I tended to get along so well, and we seemed to be great friends. I was sort of surprised by.