As he sucked, his hand slid down from my other breast, along my stomach, to the front of my shorts. As good as his lips felt, I was very aware of his ...ther hand moving toward the bottom of my shorts. He started to rub the front of me along my slit which, surprise, surprise, was very wet.Then, I realized, he was pressing a finger up under the hem and on to my wet lips. Oh, that was electric. He rubbed a bit more then I felt his finger begin to slide along my slit and go in a bit. About then, he. ”)‘Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ “ Words are but wisps of clouds clothing the light of the sun. Experience is the heat of the day. Both form the weather of our lives, but only active experience brings forth growth. (“ In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is.” ) ‘Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ “ The passive and receptive mind takes all in. Seeing the all everywhere and in everything is the power of the third eye.” (“You can observe a lot by just. “He doesn’t seem to care for those,” Sherri commented.“Bah,” Jess said with a dismissive wave. “Look at the tip of his dick dripping there. He loves it.”‘Loves it’ was a stretch. The sensations did make me very aroused but the tingling was nearly unbearable. At least at first. After a few minutes, they numbed up enough to allow me to focus on the other torments that would follow. And I couldn’t deny my arousal.Liz gave one clamp a little push and giggled as it swayed back and forth. My ass. She was reclined on the chaise lounge across the room from her bed. As she turned a page, she heard a knock at the door.“Who’s there,” the woman asked.“It’s Coree,” the changing voice revealed.“Come in, sweetie.”“Can we talk, ma?”“Always, baby!”Rochelle closed the book and set it on the floor. She curled her legs under her body and tapped the seat. “Sit down. What’s up?”Coree moved closer albeit tentatively. “Do people know,” he inquired.“Do people know what,” Ro followed up.“I mean...Do folks.