“That’s a good boy.” she cooed. Alex cringed a little when he saw that, averting his eyes if only for a moment. But no longer than a moment. ...ven though the thought of a man licking his own cum off of a woman was disgusting to him, he couldn’t help being slightly more turned on watching it happen. Alex imagined it was his mother, being so perfect of body, so thick and curvy of breasts and ass with only the smallest hint of a belly - yet even that was sexy- that she must drive men to do these. She smiled, yes, they were inside. This was going to be real easy, a piece of cake she thought confidently and barged in and she found Bob Dole and Thierry arguing about domestic and foreign politics.Bob Dole and Thierry saw her, instantly recognizing her."You!" both President and Vice president exclaimed at the same time."Who were you expecting, Superman?" Psylocke facetiously asked. But before Psylocke could make her move, she felt funny. Her powers weren't working and she couldn't control. I would look around the room to make sure my sister was asleep, and would furiously rub myself off in the silence of the night, and would ravage my own nipples. This was happening almost every night!Then I began to wake up with an odd taste in my mouth, and hints of that familiar musky smell of pussy juice. Later, the smell seemed to take over the room, I had pussy juice on my fingers, around my mouth, and seemingly from ear to ear, like I had been eating pussy in my sleep. At first the smell. She knew…they all knew she was being manipulated into this position. With her feet up on the table, Marshall would have a direct view right between her legs and up into the small gray athletic shorts that barely covered her. Linda let the waves of anticipation and pleasure wash through her, her sky blue eyes picking up a fiery glare as she slowly and deliberately moved into position. The glare in her eye caught Marshall first as he shifted his gaze between her white cotton-covered pussy and her.