I plunged in, tasting her exotic musk. I squeezed her cheeks against my face and plunged my tongue deeper as she moaned and gyrated in a hot, a****l r...ythm. Then I switched to her right ass cheek, kissing and nibbling every inch, descending her magnificent leg until I was kissing her ankle. “You’d like to eat my clit now, wouldn’t you?” the buxom blonde cooed in a voice that sent needles of fire up my spine. “Yes I would!” I admitted, my cock so hard it hurt as it strained against the fabric of. Then he pulled each lip to the side of the thong, still in the middle, now bunched between my lips, like a shield over my clit and the opening to my cunt. He teased the my lips, ever so gently, tracing the line along the edge of the fabric, as far as he could reach, almost down to my ass, and back up the other side. I moaned softly, wishing he would hurry, needing to feel his fingers inside me, wishing for his cock. "I told you," he pinched one of my pussy lips, "that you need…," he pinch. Something more powerful than fear was drawing him to the old picture.“According to what it says here...” Edgar brought the tome closer to his eyes, “she is the one who was before the Trainers.”“Lucas mentioned her,” Cory murmured. “How did he know?”“Well, he was good friends with Hector. Maybe the crazy old man told him something,” Edgar expressed his suspicions.“But he had to ask you about the lily flower,” Cory voiced his thoughts.“Hector was kind of crazy, as I told you. He always said. I hadn't talked to him in a while, what with working the night shift, but he understands my schedule. I answer the phone, trying not to sound as pathetic as I felt. "Hello." "Hi Honey, how are you?" (It's funny how he knows when I need him to call me-that connection is there despite the distance.) "I have a bad headache, but nothing I can't cope with", not wanting to sound whiny. (I hate whiny women!) "I read an article that said sex was a good cure for a headache." "Oh, really, and just.