His fingers slide easily in and out of me. I was so wet! I started to move faster and I could see he had his dick out stroking it slowly as he watched...me. I wanted him inside me; I wanted to feel his thick manhood hit all my secret spots. But I didn’t get a chance to ask him, because his tongue had made its way to my swollen clit and was slowly making circles. I gasped in pleasure and began riding his fingers faster. I could feel my body slide straight the edge of bliss but before I could. Without my eyes sight, I could only imagine what was happening. My other senses increased, and I was now very aware of the erotic scents that filled my nostrils. As for my sense of touch and felling, I was now very aware of my own precum that slowly dripped from the tip of my throbbing penis and puddled below onto my smooth stomach. As the two women satisfied each other, I was also very aware of the throbbing in my own nipples and the cool air that passed over them. I was aware of the grip that. It tastes so good on my tongue and I feel hot spurts hit my cheek and my chest. Letting go of his cock, I stand up and stare into his eyes as I walk over to the shower and grab the head. I wash his cum from my face and from my chest before I point the shower head directly at my pussy. I run the water over my soapy pussy and the sensation nearly makes me orgasm before I get clean. I hold off, barely, and then when I finish rinsing the soap off my body, I start washing him off. I clean his back. Teresa was literally screaming through the air and a man with the angel wings was flying after her, Stacy and Rachael were practicing some form of martial arts with a purple haired oriental female in a skimpy outfit whose name escaped Phillip. Then there was the human giant, Peter, using some form of weight machine, lifting, lifting a lot. On the far side room the tall black staffer with the M tattooed on his face (Lucas?) was staring at Illyana, not saying anything. Why, Phillip didn't have a.