If ever he finds his wings again, rest assured, he will join his avian brethren among the clouds once again. ‘Why, he may even be as clever as a cor...id, for I have seen man coming across problems and solving them with a deftness as near my own as I have ever observed. Now, tell me, what other beast is as clever as that? His corviditude is obvious.’ ‘False!’ buzzed the bee from within her flower. ‘Man is a bee! He works all day. We work all day. He follows his monarch. We follow our monarch. He. Joy is betting that Bill will cum first, and I am betting that Ron will lose his load first. The loser of our bet will lick the winner's pussy." Carol paused momentarily, and then added, "And Joy's an expert cuntlicker!"The boys were now in a 69 position, with each positioning his cock directly over the mouth of his cocksucking partner. They were ready for action."Ready!" Joy announced. "Aim! Suck, your cocksuckers, suck!"Bill and Ron quickly reached out with their lips and encompassed their. She bit her lower lip, and said quietly, shyly, "Sorry, Daddy." You belong to me now. You can't tease me all the time. I need a payoff after a little while. Do you understand?"She looked at me, very seriously, and said, "I do, Daddy. But sometimes I want to give you surprises, too. Fun ones like you give me. I wanted you to try your ring on tonight. You will love it so much Daddy, I just know it!" She was assuming something I did not like to consider, that I would not be able to get hard again. My nipples are not cold and dead, I can feel his ministrations and they are enjoyable enough as long as he is gentle and loving. Despite whatever disdainful thoughts cross my mind, my nipples ignore my brain, thicken, thrust themselves out, and darken in response to his stimulation. Traitorous things, these nipples, they tingle and throb of their own accord. They feel good. I remember eager boys working on my breasts in the front seat of their cars before walking me to my father’s front porch..