Pushing yourself up, sighing as you move forward and off me. You turn onto your back and beckon me to you. I press myself against your clit again. You...take me by the hand. Just able to get your hand around me. Flat on your back with one leg up in the air you move my cock up and down in your slit. Not wanting to be fucked just yet. Up and down. Up and down. I start suckling on your nipples. My hands over your body. Everywhere I touch feels like fire. And then you move me down. Pressing me. .”I tuned her out the same way I had survived Harpy #1 and vowed to never again answer the door when the witches were flying.✧ ✧ ✧Say thanks to mixerman478 ‎for this one.Q: What does the devil have between his legs?A: He has great balls of fire.Q: Why can’t the ghost have any children?A: He has a Halloweenie.Q: What happened to the cannibal who showed up late to Halloween dinner?A: They gave him the cold shoulder.Q: Why hasn’t anyone ever seen ghost poop?A: Because it’s invisible.✧ ✧ ✧Say. “No, really, that’s not…not true, I mean…” I stammered, looking away.“Oh, bullshit, you never fool me,” Beth laughed. “And it’s fine. This one time – and this one time only – I give you permission to sexually satisfy my best friend in the whole world with your talented tongue and mouth!”“I…but…uh….when?” Susan asked, seemingly more enchanted with the idea, a slight smile on her pretty face.“No time like the present, honey,” Beth sighed.“But we just played two hours of tennis, I’m…you know, a. . I loved the smell of her sexy perfume on her skin. My cell phone rang after nine o`clock, letting me know which the room number was at the motel.The drive there just took less than half an hour. Jerome had fucked my sensual wife several times in those filthy rooms…Anita was feeling pretty excited during the short trip, because she kept flashing me her shaved pussy, parting her legs and fingering herself on the way to the motel. She wiped her pussy soaked wet fingers under my nose and on my.