Ariana lowered her head over his semi hard cock. She set to working him with a fury so she could have that hard cock buried in her pussy. She had been...patient in teaching him, showing him many different things, but she was ready for a good fucking. As his cock grew harder, Ariana grew even more excited. She did not need to give him instruction on eating her pussy. He appeared to know exactly what to do to her. If this is what he was like with no instruction, she imagined the pussy lashing she. He must have had a feeling of what I was planning because he dropped his shorts and under ware. I took hold of his cock and took it into my mouth and went to work on it. One of my tricks is to use one of my fingers in his ass to get him off. This worked, along with him already being worked up . In a matter of minutes he was grunting and groaning like he was going to die. Than I felt that feeling in my mouth, he was ready to cum. I like a little in my mouth and the rest on my face and. I was just sitting at a kitchen table, laughing my head off at the conversation the two of them kept maintaining, entertaining idle fantasies about the both of them, separately _and_ together. Most of such speculation was of course like a Civil War re-enactor approaching a show: no chance that I'd ever really get to participate in the Battle of Bull Run.We hadn't been there but six months before Sylvia's apartment complex seemed to go into a nose-dive. She stayed with us a few days while the. In a few seconds,I felt tired, and I let my eyes close."This is impossible!" I heard the doctor telling the man and woman inan insistent whisper. "The chances of her spontaneously coming out ofa coma after more than three weeks - it's highly unlikely." I'm not going to argue with a miracle," the woman said. "Thank youfor getting her back." This shouldn't be possible," the doctor said insistently. I couldn'tsee, but I was pretty sure he'd left the room.Three weeks? Was that how long they'd.