I decide that this time I was going to make Vanessa beg me to stop eating her juicy cunt. Vanessa's cunt had a sweet musky smell to it even before my ...ock invade the richness of her vagina. I slowly took my time and worked her cunt into a forth as Vanessa begin to come almost at once. For an hour and forty minutes, I sucked, kissed and licked her cunt. Vanessa was trembling each time my breath met her crotch. I looked up at her face, I could see that her eyes were like two slits and the iris. Being shunted mostly to the sidelines of social life, she had developed a keen observational talent. People watching was by far her best skill, and it was this that made her decide to become some sort of diplomat after school. And it was this talent that had helped her to notice that Harry wasn't living up to his potential. After observing Hermione Granger, she understood why: he didn't want to be better than her. Further contemplation made her realize that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had. She was taking small steps. Her clothes were on. Her hair was somewhat tussled, but not out of place. She sat in the minivan for a minute. She lit a cigarette. She usually only smokes when she drinks,but I don’t think she had had a drink yet. She tossed the smoke and split. Now to retrieve the evidence. Weeks earlier I had mentioned a fantasy that came to me. It was great,fun and unique. It would put my wife in a whore’s situation. I spent a few days thinking of the details and work involved. Make her take it off," the freckle-faced red head pleaded, "she's scaring me!" My," Mommy grasped for the right words, "that's, uh, really something, Christi. I thought you were getting ready for your 'mystery date'?" I am!" the blue-eyed brunette bounced. "I'm going 'convent' so he'll be sure to play rough with me! Think it'll work?" Works for me," Billy drooled as his eyes bore into Christi's nylon-covered mound. He reached out to claw his moist prey, but Mommy corrected:"That's enough, young.