...so I should be a free motherfucker when this thing's over.I'm going to start with a not-so-brief history of sexual impressions from my c***dhood th...t led up to the circumstances of my first proper orgasm. Not because you should care, but because it's my story and this is how I'm telling it. :PSo, I can recall that, at around the age of 5 (or younger, not sure), I was outside on a sunny playground and one of the nannies (a fair, thick brunette named Jan) at the daycare I was in had a white. She hissed a little cute kitten hiss, which was more adorable than frightening, and then mewed helplessly. I had no idea where she’d come from, there was no one above me, and each balcony was separated by thick concrete barriers. ‘Easy kid, I’m just going to get you down from there…’ I reach out to pick her up. She tried to back up and lost her footing, all of a sudden she was hanging onto the railing with just one little white paw. I made a grab for her and snatched her from the jaws of. Which memories do you want to keep? It is a very important question for every Companion." Beyond those thoughts, the human species is still the key to the Companion species continued existence. Do we owe anything to our species? I'm not sure how I would have answered that, before Caleb. I do know how I would answer it, now. I would say, yes."The melding prioritized the questions around the issue. The first question was Al's question. Once the Companions had decided that they did owe an. "Mmm," was all I could get out, excited for what Chris was about to do to me.He then began nibbling on the strawberries and whipped cream, just the feeling of his tongue on my stomach made me shiver. This went on for about fifteen minutes. Once there was not a single thing left on me, he spread my legs open and got between them. My pussy was right in front of his smooth face. He grabbed the whipped cream canister and sprayed some on my pussy lips and clit. I shifted a little bit and closed my.