She’s crouching on top of my dick, facing me. She’s leaning back spreading her legs. I can see her pussy, her asshole. She’s trying to push my c...m out. I can see her asshole contracting, relaxing. First nothing happens but after a few of her contractions my cum is flowing out of her ass onto my dick. On my belly. “It’s so hot to see you like this Nadine! You can’t imagine! Thank you for making my fantasy come true baby!” “I don’t know why but I’m so turned on by this Frank!” Nadine’s propping. There was no mistaking her goal.Oh my god, Kendra thought, am I really going to do this. Am I really going to allow another women, no, a young girl, am I going to allow a girl my daughters age to lick my pussy? Still Kendra knew her answer. She had come this far and if she where she were honest with herself it was the erotic sexual experience of her life. So without a moment’s hesitation she spread her long legs, revealing her glorious shaved pussy to her young lover."Oh, you are so beautiful,". The farther away I pushed, the less focused my awareness became. I found another colony of the smaller ants in the Morrisons' yard and used it as sort of an anchor for my consciousness, then pushed again toward the garage. The ants under the workbench seemed to have felt my presence and— well, I can't quite put it into words— they sent their awareness to meet me. Suddenly I had the same full awareness in the Morrisons' garage that I had a few moments before in my bedroom. I had somehow. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just stared at me, tears running down his face."It's a miracle," he said."Yeah, maybe so," I agreed."Those Opus Christe scum —" he grew angry."I don't think.