He's still rubbing his fingers over the back of my hand, which is resting on my leg, as we drive. The parking lot seems isolated. I've taken this stop...home before, so I'm not worried. This wasn't bad. Maybe we'll make another date and I can let him take me out to dinner. I wonder if he'll kiss me good night. He opens the front passenger door and gives me a hand out. Whoosh, I'm pinned against the the side of the car. One of his hands is on my waist, the other is at the back of my head, holding. ”Rory smiles at that. “Well after watching my mom for years, I ought to be. If I didn’t want to be an architect I could always do baking.”Chance can’t believe what he is hearing. His cock instantly goes from limp and dying to being rock hard. He knew his sister was baking special gifts for next door, he masturbated plenty for her with the understanding it was to make sure it was potent. But she is obviously baking like crazy to make extra certain it worked.His sudden erection doesn’t go. My mouth stimulated her nipple, rubbing my tongue piercing harder on her nub. I was a priestess of Saphique. I could read a woman's pleasure as easily as my own.“Ooh, yes, you're shuddering. You love my fur, concubine. Your pussy drinks in the stimulation.”“Yes!”Those wonderful hairs brushed all my folds. My clit throbbed. My pleasure swelled. I let it crash through me. I didn't fight my bliss. Her paw rubbed my cunt, prolonging the rushing ecstasy flowing through my body. I trembled, clutching. Once they were down, Sue commanded, "Doreen, sixty-nine… Dennis, ass fuck!"Doreen and I removed our fingers from Sue. I slid her down past the edge of the table as Doreen climbed up and sat on Sue's face. Doreen reached forward and pulled Sue's legs back to give me access as she ground her needy pussy into Sue's accommodating mouth. Doreen leaned down toward Sue's sopping snatch and took my cock into her mouth to lube it up. Doreen's slathering became more of an aggressive sucking before I.