Carson immediately began to feel his muscles relax, imagining himself as a candle melting in the heat of the fire. Then he felt the beard--soft and pr...ckly--grazing the edge of his hole. “Ohhh fuck,” Carson croaked. Carson’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a moan, feeling Mr. Armisen’s thick, wet lips sucking on his tight, sweet hole, his nose sniffing deep into his crack. His whole body tingled, until he was lost, blind and deaf and numb to the touch. Stars in his eyes. Heaven in. The chirping of a bird not far from her stirs her from her slumber. It is a sweet song, reminding her of a summer’s day with a cool breeze and nests full of baby birds. And not far from the witch is standing the ugliest bird she has ever seen. Ugly may actually not be the best word to use in its case. Maybe if it’s one eye was actually in the socket rather than hanging limply down the side of its face, ugly could be the word to use. Instead of a smile, Penelope shrieks and bolts up onto her. "Yes, I do love his touch and love to touch him, too. It feels right to respond to his touches that way and to enjoy touching him." She smiled dreamily. The meal was finally over and we got in the car. I didn't drive home but headed for the mall. May said, "Why are we going here? We were here yesterday."I responded. "I know but there is something here that is needed." We all got out of the car and entered the mall. I walked into the first jewelry store situated close to the entrance. I had. Mark backed off, making room. Julie's feet slid off the foot of the bed, she spread her legs and bent her knees to keep herself on then dove into Jo's creampie.Her first taste was a shock of potency. Mark had used most of his first load as lube for his second round so Jo's whole area was thick in a haze of scent and stickiness. Julie lapped at the sweaty skin of her inner thighs then cleaned her labia with long wide tongue strokes. Jo shivered and a dribble of white leaked from her hole. Julie.