It was not what she expected; itwas not salty as she had read it described so many times, but more of acreamy floury taste with an undercurrent of mus.... She could also tasteher own lipstick and perfume, and god help her if she didn't feel astirring in her panties as her own member began to stiffen. Then shefelt the man start to push his cock in and out of her mouth, groaningwith pleasure. Michele realised that her attempts to expel his memberwere in fact arousing the man further; her tongue. Grasping her like that he seemed to be able to lift her up and pull her back down, spearing her with his erection. He went further into her with each thrust and he could feel her enjoying an orgasm. Soon he experienced the unusual, at least for him, feeling of ejaculating into her while she was on top. Normally he had to be the one on top, able to move freely in order to reach his climax, but this was so extraordinarily nice that he had no difficulty in climaxing as she lay on top of him,. Especially when they wereboth supposed to be sleeping in the tent.Suddenly Dale called out, "Race you..." after he was already runningacross the empty lot."Wait up..." Richie yelled back, determined not to let Dale beat himback to the tent.By the time that they'd returned to the tent a few minutes later, theslime was almost forgotten about.Dale just kept smugly announcing, "You're a rotten egg, you're a rottenegg." At the same time, Richie kept protesting that it hadn't beenfair, though that. What struck me as odd were his clothes; he was wearing an old-fashioned tweed suit and a top hat complete with black polished wing-tip shoes and a silver embossed cane. I was getting a strange vibe—he looked like he’d just stepped out of one of those old Ringling Bros circus ads from the 1920s or whenever.As I tilted my head, puzzling a bit over his appearance—I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Violet had turned to stare at him with a curious expression as well. I stopped as he.