Lick that juicy pink tip and taste your pre-cum so bad.Me: Oh yea?Kristika (rubbing harder): Then I want to twirl my tongue round and round on that ju...cy pink tip…pull the skin back and (sigh heavily) and taste your sweaty cock.Kristika moaned as her shoulders hugged her perky tits. She bit her lips as her eyes closed. Kristika’s hips lifted up higher as she experienced a wave of pleasure.Kristika: Yesss! Yessss! Yessss! Call me a slut!Me: You definitely are a sexy slut!Kristika: Again!Me: Keep. I was so turned on, so I pushed him back and motioned to pull down his boxers which he willingly helped with. His erect cock stuck up ready for action, I stroked it delicately with my fingers and then wrapped my hand around it rubbing up and down the shaft. I then got my mouth into it, licking around the head and sucking it. I was going up and down as far as I could go, almost all 7 inches in my throat. He started to moan, I could tell he was getting close so I was going faster and he started. Figured. The only two besides Henry who ever got anything done. Henry was now wondering why he had ever wanted to work with these morons. Well, he hadn't. He'd enjoyed working with Sylvia. She was the only reason he'd stayed, before the murder. Then he'd been stuck, but still didn't want to leave. Now he was in big trouble. Sylvia was obviously guilty. He had no way to get to her, and she had no way of returning him and Laurie to their former bodies. Not that she would have. As he. He knelt before the altar and, with face upraised and arms spread wide, chanted a simple litany. A sense of power filled the tiny cubicle, and he was aware with some inner sense of a pale glow that appeared and coalesced about the altar. He felt the pressure lessen as the energies sank into the block of stone.The air in the shrine felt fresh and clean, as though washed by gentle rains, blown across high deserts. He felt a great peace, a oneness with forces greater than any one person could.