Lifting my hips to his face, I plead with him to continue, to cleanse me of the fruit, not just the blackberry, but my very own fruity nectar. He does... With each thrust of his tongue, he works more warmed dessert out of me, as he begins to use a finger to slide around inside my body. Stroking my walls, grazing the fleshiness of them with his nails, I feel his hands under my ass. My legs are lifted to his shoulders, they lock at the ankles and pull him towards me, holding him there. ‘Oh yesss!’. Little wonder, considering how distracted he’d been. Her ass looked amazing, but his admiration was cut short when Marcie dropped the cloth and turned around. She almost looked surprised to see him there.“You said you needed my help with something?” he said.“Oh sure. I just didn’t expect to see you so soon. Thought you might be busy a while longer.” She was clearly trying to suppress a smirk.Jay felt his face burn, knowing he must have looked beet red. “Oh, um ... I was already going for a. When my heart stopped galloping I drifted off to sleep...only to be wokenup by a bang on the door and a trolley being pushed through the door."Breakfast time." said the woman with a toothy grin and a sort of net hatthingy on her head. I looked at the clock, it was 6.02am."Cornflake, boiled egg and toast do ya love?" I'm not hungry." Ooh you got to eat dear or they will give you an enema." Cornflakes please." Cup of Rosy Lee?" Pardon?"Tea, love, Cup of tea?" Um, yes please."She slopped the tea. Longer." That doesn't improve the view much," Becky complained about the continually shifting viewpoint, unable to look away from the captivating but disturbing view for long. You just don't see something like that every day."And why is it flying like this?" Cynthia asked. "Are you showing off?" It's trying to avoid potential surveillance," Molly answered, as if she encountered this kind of thing all the time. "Either seeking the cloud cover, or if it detects some kind of directed radar signal,.