"Tickle me, you naughty boy" My feelings were ambivalent. This could develop into something interesting, but they were not exactly young. Mary had pre...iously become shy, having initially provoked me. Still, in for a penny in for a pound. I began to stroke her knee and then slide my fingers ever higher up her thigh concentrating at first on the outside to see her reaction. "Don't be shy, young man. Move around a bit". She was actively encouraging me. Perhaps there was safety in numbers. The. She didn't know how she managed to get him off without moaning in frustration. The whole time, she was creaming like mad, her thick and sticky cunt-juices pouring out and soaking her swollen cunt-sut. She would have given anything to be taking her son's massive hard-on in her seething cunt.But she didn't think she could live with the guilt of fucking her own k**. Surely she couldn't be horny enough to do that.Struggling to keep her self-control, she pumped Dane's cock even faster, wanting to. ”I hadn’t realized either girl as was wearing makeup. I mean, yeah, Shannon’s lips were a bit too glossy and she had twenty painted nails. She had kicked away her now too big shoes and boy socks the moment we entered the Minsk home.“But somehow it turned Curtis into Shannon?” I asked looking at what was once my quick to laugh, easy to belch buddy, “Did it hurt?”“It felt like jumping into a cold pool,” Shannon considered for a thoughtful moment.“And you can fix it?” I turned my eyes to Kristi.. When they were close enough, Jareth gave a low bow to them in greeting. ‘Good evening, gentlewomen. My name is Jareth, and I am a fellow traveler in this woodland. I saw your fires from the road, and was hoping perhaps that I could find shelter or at least dinner for tonight. I can pay you well for your troubles.’ He turned to the side, just enough so that they could view the thin leather strap that bound the hilt of his sword to the sheath. Called a peace knot, it proved that he meant no harm,.