As I started fussing with my hair I knew I looked asgood as I felt, and the better part of an hour flew by as I mussed thatwaterfall into a faux-dishe...eled mane that screamed "bad girl." Half-true, at least.Then it was time for the piece de resistance. I slowly and ceremoniouslytook the dress off the hanger, pulled it on, and awkwardly managed to zipit up, careful to not catch my hair. It was slow and a bit tedious, andjust as I wished Lisa were here to give me a hand, I heard the apartmentdoor. "No, please don't stop," I beg. "Please make me cum," I barely recognize the desperation in my voice "Oh, you want me to make you cum with my tongue?"He teases as he quickly slaps my clit sending waves of electricity through my body. It takes me over as I grab his head and push his face back down and harder into my throbbing pussy. Within moments I am reeling in wave after wave of pure ecstasy and before I stop I feel his hard cock slide into me, sending me over the age once again. My pussy. He laid her on the table, feet on the floor, legs spread wide, swollen pussy dripping wet. The crowd quietly moaned at the lusty spectacle as he continued to lap and savor her nectar. A short, thick, random penis appeared next to her face. She rubbed the sticky Cowper's around her face before savoring it and sucking the strange dick deeply.Wife #3 took to the chair. I repeated letting her suck me. Husband #2 spread her legs, commented how very pretty her pussy was, annoying H#3 and L#2, his. Or well… actually it’s just one now but in any case…”Without any further words the gatekeeper hollers an oral command to the gate winch operator, and the sounds of creaking rusty iron break the peaceful silence.A well worn dirt path slithers its way deep into the distant trees, and upon setting foot out of the gate the deep horizon of the forest revealed itself – stretching in either direction for as far as the eye could see. The young man could remember earlier days in which he saw the swaying.