Never saw the need for a prosthetic vagina; besides, what do the French say? Vive la diffėrence? There’s plenty of the Masters used to like my toy;...as did you if I recall correctly,” Charlotte sniffed.Mary blushed a deeper red until Charlotte began to chuckle and then Mary laughed with her and the two beautiful women fell into each other’s arms and kissed again.“Is it awful? Laughing during a funeral I mean?” Charlotte dabbed at the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.“Well technically the. ... 90%.... 95%... Nicole could feel an orgasm starting to boil deep within her mind and body.The meter was at 98% when Nicole suddenly heard a loud, deep, evil laugh and lightning struck her breasts. Devil FlushGuy was now standing directly in front of her with a red pitchfork in his hands. The prongs of the fork were crackling and sparks were jumping from it to her nipples.“No, no, noooo!” she screamed as the meter dropped back to zero.Annabelle’s voice again spoke in her ears. “The Angels. Brita backed up Tom, citing the importance of the seed corn as she called it. I agreed, and soon we were making notes of action items again.Brita suggested that we find a way to involve university professors and grad students in some way – an advisory board, interns, summer faculty at large, symposia, and other ideas were kicked around. Tom suggested that some of the Worthington staff teach at local colleges, to help make the street run both ways. We were on a roll.Melanie got wind of what we. She pushes her hips closer towards me as she slumps into her seat. I tip my nose towards her, sniffing whiffs of her dampness, her lust seeping from her puffed quim. She signals her approval of my actions with a crooked smile cracking across her flushed face. The sounds of moist fingers churning and probing faster and faster within her weeping hole fill the air and challenge her groans and quickening breaths to be heard. Face flushed now, her hips pulse and sway as she twitches, writhes and.