Take these," I moved quickly forward and handed her my hair sticks; they were silver and might just come in handy for her. She touched my hand briefly...before burrowing farther under and I moved on.Guilt ate at me as I quickly shifted to fully panther again and left the creek and Jordan behind. I didn't think the chances of anyone making it out of this alive even existed but I couldn't bring myself to give up hope. I refused to believe I would die here and used that belief to bolster my spirits. Without wasting a moment, I caught hold of her arms and threw her on the sofa behind me. I managed to remove her track pants and slide down her panties. I got down on my knees and pressed my face to her pussy. She was already wet. I began to lick her erect clit. She left a soft moan which encouraged me to continue what I had already begun.She threw back her head and reaching out to my head she pulled me harder into her pussy. I could feel that her body convulsing, and the muscles in her stomach. ..feeling him shiver.....big hands on my head, fingers through my hair. A groan from above as I enjoy my huge lolly. Fingers grasping hair tight. I'm playing with his balls as I lick my way around this monster, getting it wet with saliva then alternatively wanking him using it as lubricant. It makes a sticky noise as I work rapidly up and down.....more groaning from vincent, and a little thrusting. His hands move from my head and disappear down my blouse"Mmmmm" Letting out a lustful moan at his. Well, okay, two. One is that I always, always have gingerbread cookies with me when I go fishing. I love their smiles. Sometimes I feel very down, and so whenever I need a smile, I look at a cookie, and it smiles for me. And as I fish, I take a cookie out, and break off a piece. I throw it into the water, and hope that Neptune will send me a lovely big fat fishy for my tea in return. The other superstition I have is that I have to talk to my worms that I use for bait, so they know who’s boss,.