I've been talking to that ... or those two ... umm ... hexapumas on the hill. Maybe you can still see them through your scopes ... Two blinks from Ale...is. That means yes ... I guess you don't have your scope sighted yet, Gabby ... Okay. I'm communicating with her ... umm ... via telepathy. I think. I just think the words and she just thinks at me, and I hear her. In my head. It's a female voice. I think it works like that. I've only 'talked' to one of them, so it may be that I'm hearing. She's been wet all evening, and now her heat is on my tongue. Who knows how many boys had their fingers in this little pussy tonight? Who knows how many boys' cum was on those hose? She rocks her cunt on my face wet and hot and hard, my nose sore as she grinds her clit against it! "Oouuuuuuuh! Nyaaaaaahh! Ah gahd!" She's practically on all fours, grinding her cunt on my face! I can feel it buck as she cums! She rolls off. The pantyhose still over my eyes, I can't see what's happening. She pulls. "Fuuuuck, Mommy's coming too, baby." He kept pistoning in and out of me as we both quaked with pleasureSuddenly, he pulled out, pushed me onto my back and shoved his cock shiny with my juices in my mouth. Although the position was awkward, I bobbed back and forth as best I could, desperate to prove my utter obedience to my son, my new Master.He finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, sweat dripping down his forehead. Silence lingered for a long time as we both just allowed the afterglow of. Her skirt is short and light, and she can sense my eyes on her lovely legs. My hand cupping and squeezing her ass, normally, she would not allow this. Not allow this familiarity. Tonight she hung on and hoped she would be allowed to go back to the club soon. My hands are stroking her ass. It feels nice. She wriggled in my arms. I had something in my pocket. It feels like two cans of Coke. She wondered why I didn't take it out before dancing with her! Suddenly my hands are on her bare ass! Not.