....fuuuuck....." I could hear a very familiar sound. The sound of a hand vigorously stroking a cock to orgasm. I always liked the sound. Or maybe it...was what the sound entailed. Either way, I liked it. And that sound was right above my head. I had my eyes closed. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I let my hands wander all over myself. Absorbing every feeling. "Get ready.......mouth......open......." I did as i was told. All of a sudden there was a cock going down my throat and a. Her larder was empty of bread and lunch meat, so a trip to the grocery store was on the agenda for the day. Not driving made shopping difficult. On bad weather days, she took a taxi to and from the supermarket. On good weather days, when she felt energetic, she walked to the supermarket. She never bought much on any given trip to the store. It wasn’t a matter of money, it was that she couldn’t carry the heavy weight of a full shopping bag very far. Fortunately, she only lived a block away from. Another moan as the tongue entered her. Fingertips gently flicked her nipples simultaneously. Then, that amazing tongue settled on her clit. He pumped on it then began slowly licking it trying to write out the famous poem by C. Clement Moore. He got only as far as ‘Twas the night bef..’ when he felt her hands pressing is head against her. Her pelvis bucked wildly while her legs squeezed his head every tighter. Then, a long animal like sound and he could feel her orgasm race through her body. . Here it ends at a door, beyond which a pulsation comes true and strong; a harmony of mental energy so great and vast as to await his harvest. Head leaning back and eyes rolling in bliss, he breaths deeply in by mouth and nose the scent of power to be savored. Thrills of delight wave up and down his form, shaking and trembling in the communion of memories.With contemptuous ease the Fox sunders the mental door, dissolving it into a maelstrom of rainbow lights; beholding beyond it the mirror all.