She missed it. She needed it.“OK, OK, fifty quid ok?” she snapped as she pulled down her flimsy white knickers to reveal her well worn but still h...irless cunt.George pulled her dress up and over her head as his worship dropped his striped trousers and pulled an incongruous black condom onto his distinctly modest but very excited cockGeorge released her bra strap and helped her to bend over the judge’s table. The judge eased his cock against her quim and pushed gently. His cock slid easily. Tragic that she’s suffering.”“We’re all suffering Dr. Cromwell,” I said in a fair approximation of a saddened voice. It wasn’t hard. What I’d said was true, just not related to what I was blaming it on. “I appreciate your concern though. It hasn’t been easy to put everything behind us.”“Really? I was under the impression you’d recovered fully,” he said, glancing at Dr. Spencer who had remained quiet. I knew she’d told him nothing of the sort.“Physically, I’m not in a lot of pain any more. The. Laura put on a plain white bra and panties which barely contained her big, soft breasts and curvy ass. Vicky wanted to tell her to change into something sexier, but she held her tongue. Laura's costume was a blue female sailor's costume that was made of some weird micro-fiber. She had white gloves and a white sailor's hat to go with it. Vicky supposed it was rather cute, but not very revealing. Vicky couldn't wear what she wore last night so she grabbed last year's witch dress from her closet. "I'll help you with that!" I cried, sinking to my knees and enthusiastically licking the delicious thick liquid off of her erect clit. "Here comes more!" she cried, picking up the saucepan and deliberately pouring it all over her nipples and belly and my own head. The next thing I knew there were wet tongues lapping at my back as the sauce ran down towards my arse. "How's this?" asked Nigella, walking up and deliberately sprinkling a herb and spice mix over her pussy. "I'm not sure if I've.