I loved playing with her as my prick was straining in my pants."Wait, please. Before you make me cum I have to pee. I'm full of that wine. Wait here a...d I'll go up behind those bushes there." She pointed back up the shoreline a few feet. I sprang up and reached down to help her up."I have to pee, too. Cool. Come on." I pulled her up and we quickly went up the beach to the scraggly shrubs surrounded with some wild roses. I didn't know if she was still reluctant but I just released her hand. She. I ran my tongue up her slit as I took my right hand and peeled back her clit hood. Mrs. Jennings gasped out when my tongue found her clit and she put her arms above her head.“Ohhh, baby…ohhh yes…please…that feels so good…please, baby, don’t stop,” she cried out as I used my tongue on her little pleasure nub.I didn’t stop. I placed my mouth over the top of her clit hood and used my tongue on her. Mrs. Jennings started moaning out with pleasure, her hands pressing against the headboard, and. The most pervasive and perverse rumor was that something chemically different in the water had caused most of the transgender citizens of the city consuming it to have special effects. The effect in question is that their cum was incredibly potent and addicting. Their cum was inert to other transgender people, but to everyone else, consuming too much cum in a short time would cause the consumer to go cock-blind or cum-drunk. Eventually, the consumer would succumb to being a bonded slave to. He pressed his thighs against hers and enjoyed the slick dampness as he slid inside. Allison cried out again, and this time he felt like joining her. It was such a wonderful feeling to make love to her like this, to see her face so close to his, to kiss her luscious lips, to press his body against her own. She belonged to him tonight, and he to her. She had once told him that she wouldn't mind him having a mistress on the side, but why would he ever want that when he had such a woman as her to.