But, she wiggled herself over so that she was right next to Robbie, and again reached out to take his hand and place his fingers onto her lips.This ti...e, as he began to trace his fingertips gently around her face, Trey let her hand slip down onto his arm and tugged just slightly to get Robbie to lower his arm down onto her chest. Her shorter nightgown had ended up nearly at her waist so that now his elbow rested lightly on the soft mound of her pubis, covered only by her panties.Robbie brushed. He took this as a chance and spat into my open mouth. It wasn’t like he did it without telling me. It wasn’t like I stopped him. He and I were looking into each other’s eyes while it happened and it wasn’t a forceful spitting. It was conveyed and accepted in terms nonverbal.I had his saliva in my mouth. After this, smiled to me, patted my cheek with the hand he was holding my throat till then. Back again, he was feeding me himself in the early position of me on my back. This time he was fucking. All he needed to do now was buck his hips, moan with joy, and ejaculate ... ejaculate non-stop into the pussies, mouths, and asses of ravishing supermodels more impossibly gorgeous than anyone he ever dreamed of knowing. But Brent had whispered something to her as she was suckling him on his usual diet of libido-multiplying shifter-milk straight from her ripe tits."Always wanted ... to see my old buddy again ... remember his number ... his address ... wish I could see him again." And Brittany. I leaned closer and the smell of her drifted up to my nostrils.I put my lips to her mound and my finger slipped past the tight elastic leg of her panties and into the wetness. She thrashed around and pushed me away. Was she awake? I spoke her name, no answer. My heart was pounding and I retreated with my surprising new information. As I slipped into my bed, I sniffed the juices still on my explorer finger and tasted pussy for the first time.At breakfast the next morning, Mum gave no indication.