On myself. And I lost count of how many different items I inserted inside myself while I brought myself to orgasm.There were bottles,there were deodou...ant cans which were a perfect shape ,no coincidence I'm sure,a brush,an electric toothbrush that gave me more orgasms than any man ever did or ever would.And even Joe a few times.I would always play with myself as he thrust in and out,in and out.Good lord he seemed to go on forever sometimes,most womens heaven,but my hell.As the years together. I look up into her pink pussy lips and wait for her instructions. Then Mistress Gloria, my daughter, my flesh and blood lowers her pussy to my face and says, eat my cunt you fucking dirty slut.And I do. I push my tongue deep into her vagina and drink of her juices. She rubs her pussy all over my face as I bring her to orgasm. Her pretty cunt flaring open and squirting her sweet cunt cream, smearing it all over my skin. The silky feel of it, the smell of my child's pussy juices soaking into my. 'Strange,' she thought. 'I swear that looks like a raven.' She shook the thought from her head. 'Impossible. I've never heard of a white raven.'She put the blade down on the tiled floor and reached up towards the bird. He sat still, watching her with a wise eye, his head tilted towards her. As her hand approached the sill, he suddenly opened his beak as if to squawk, but merely ruffled his feathers and took flight on silent wing.Connie woke with a start. Apparently she had forgotten to fully. Andrea sipped more from her glass of Champagne. “What you’re doing is starting to feel really nice,” she said.“Am I putting you in the mood?” I asked.“Dinner — everything you’ve done this evening has put me in the mood,” Casey. “I’m feeling the Champagne. That feels nice, too.”“Prosecco buzz worn off?” I asked as I topped up our glasses with what remained of the Champagne.“To a degree. I’m glad I won’t need to drive anywhere tonight.”She drained her glass and set it down. Andrea untied my tie.