“I died as well, Mistress Heathcoate.” She looked at her companion. “But how can that be, Mistress? What power does the stone have over us? Does...it have the same power over men?” She knew the answer, of course, from their earlier visit with Gérard as well as this one.“I may be brief to inform you the answer to both of your questions is ‘Yes’.” Mistress Heathcoate took another sip of her tea, found it cold, and made a face. “I shall return.” She returned to the kitchen and refilled the teapot. He's hung like a horse!"With that, I slowly applied pressure until the head of my cock slid through the pressure of her squeezed buttocks and separated the lips of her moist pussy. I felt her push back against me as the moisture she had been building up slid along the shaft of my now engorged member.I penetrated her slowly, and heard her sigh. The warmth of her innermost secrets flooded over me, and I found that the water was not as cold as it had been. In fact, I looked around quickly and. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, she took themicrophone in hand again and said: "Your Miss America 2012 is MissWashington, Cheryl Whalen!!!"There was no holding back now. The tears flowed freely; they were tearsof joy, yes, but also tears of relief, and of vindication; vindicationthat thousands of hours spent on the pageant circuit had paid off in adream come true. Teresa Scanlan, the reigning Miss America, pinned thecrown on her head, someone handed her a bouquet of roses, and then. ‘And I hate having to say the words out loud. But I’m tired of being treated like a mushroom… kept in the dark and fed a lot of shit. I really hope he and the rest of you don’t think I’m a stupid idiot like the SBI apparently did when they sent Sharples to assassinate me.’ Muscone looked very discomfited, and I was thinking those double cheeseburgers felt like lead weights in his stomach right about now. But he rallied. ‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I’ll let him know. And I’ll give him my strongest advice.