‘There is also some conflict with someone who has been a major part of your life.’ ‘That would be my ex-husband.’ ‘Yes that sounds likely.�... My God it’s so true it’s scary. I hope no one asks me about those relationships! ‘It is a bit of a mixed bag.’ concluded Prue. ‘Yes it is.’ laughed Noella a little nervously. ‘But thank you. You’ve been great.’ Prue continued on to do a reading for Jeanette which revealed an exciting life where continued hard work would pay off, but true love and might be. I passed on that idea and when I had her half way extracted, I reached in further and took hard hold onto one of her pancake tits, like a vice grip and dragged her the rest of the way out of the trunk, or the boot as the English were want to call it. I'd give her a boot alright. I'd transplant her clit between her ears right up through her guts. She didn't appreciate being pulled out by the breast, having her meager tit squished into a handle and, of course, her cunt could make an. She gagged a little and pulled back out. My dick was all wet from her saliva because she gagged, but I was fine with that. “It’s too big!”, she said. I comforted her and made her feel better so she tried again. This time was better and she got most of it in – I was pretty surprised that she was able to almost get the whole thing in. She was moving her head up and down now. Slurp, Slurp, Slurp. She was using a lot of tongue. Man this girl was good! I could feel her lips around my cock. Her mouth. Rick must have been doing about the same, as Jean’s thighs began to quiver, we heard Mary’s aroused noises, at first more muted sighs and moans, but then louder with gasps, and then she was almost crying – or laughing. It seemed awful loud in the silent night and arousing to hear, but Jean’s thighs clamped on my ears, muffling the noise as her pelvis jerked, beginning to flood my face with her pussy juice as my cock twitched and thrust in her mouth, spurting again and again, apparently to her.