..couldn't stop! As, I felt the warm juices of Mary's hole all over my pumping dick! Her seasoned-pussy-muscles, squeezed, and massaged, my dick! As w...ll as Mary's hand had done! The sound of our bare thighs slapping against each other was making us both get really, really, beyond, turned-on!! We grunted and moaned! Squirmed and gyrated! Drooled and licked at one another! All the time staying in Missionary! The sounds of our bodies rubbing, and slapping, against each other! Was almost. "* "I don't hate him. It's just that he's just really annoying sometimes." Gretch opened her history binder. "Oh, you don't need to tell me what I already know." I laughed as I glued a picture of the Pyramid of Giza onto the white bristol board that laid on the floor. I'd been in Gretchen's room so many times, I could vividly picture where everything was and how everything looked from the angle of the electronic pencil sharpener that sat on her wooden white desk to the stainless light pink. This time it was one to keep me safe while riding.“Djinn, I would like to make my next wish,” I said to the air.“What is it you desire, young Billie?”“I wish for my motorcycle to always be in top form, from front tire to rear, and always be full of fuel. Further, I want to be able to see any dangers as I ride and be able to avoid them without causing anyone else to come to harm.”“It is good that you think of others. Your wish will be fulfilled as you intend, but there is a small cost. Fuel is. You would have gotten in trouble had it been someone else who had found you." He jerked his cock with emphasis as he said this, and Susie knew what he had in mind. "No, thank you, I'm not interested." Her eyes looked down, from his cock to his face, and then back again. He growled in anger, eyes flashing at her. "Oh, you think you're too good for a man's cock? Your own species isn't enough? You're just a stupid little cock whore, you don't care who it belongs to." And as he said this,.