As I laid there I slowly reached down and cupped my balls caressing them and then running my hand along my shaft. She asked if it was soft or not a...d said that cocks weren’t as ugly as her friends had told her. I told her she could touch it and it would not bite her so to say. She reluctantly reached out and touched just the engorged head making it jump from the touch. This made her react jumping back as well. I just laughed and said try again. This time she did so and softly ran. Glynda, with her body guided by lust, moves her hips up and down, keeping up with her young lovers, not minding their poor coordination, just enjoying having both her holes full. At times they slow down, not wanting to cum so soon, and also to rest a little; Their teacher is quite intense and they'll have to work hard to keep her satisified.- C'mon! Ah! Ah! Keep going! Ahh! - she demands, really wanting them to screw her up with all their strength - Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Show me you are real men! Ah!. It made slinging her over my shoulder and running like my pants had caught fire as easy as stealing candy from a baby. Speaking of which, I managed to grab the vial of skittles from Pinkwell’s pocket. Never knew when they might come in handy. The garden erupted in chaos as Ivy showed her true colors, flinging balls of glitter that erupted with devastating results, setting a hapless satyr’s head on fire and searing a huge bald patch into chest fur of another. I felt bad about leaving Murial. “It’s a press party, lots of people will be there.” Very official, you see, I am not a c***d m*****er, and no one is going to grab your beautiful hair in two handfuls.The elevator door shut and we went to the party. I asked for a Scotch and water, she asked me quietly if she could have one also. I decided to chance it.“Get her off in a corner.” I thought, and keep her talking as you memorize every detail of her so you could paint her later. “Tell her that’s what you are doing, she will.