Janet told me to go one side of them, she went the other. The base of the sling she was on tilted Geraldine's head up so she was looking down her body...at the huge cock lying up her belly and touching her breasts. Janet told me to gently pull Geraldine away from the cock, and as we did so the head of it slid down her body toward her crotch.As well as pulling her forward, Janet on one side and I the other held her labia open waiting. We were kissing Geraldine, stroking her, urging her to relax,. The final moments were finally at hand. In minutes I thought I could escape this and be done with these people forever. Whatever final humiliation they had in store seemed almost irrelevant. This was nearly over and what they did mattered little anymore. I could see a real barber and get my haircut. I could blow-dry these curls away until my hair grew back. I could move to Montana and Sharon would never follow me there. My mind raced. I was wrong again.Sharon now savored her moment of delight.. How they make me hot. How I'm feeling special reading them. Now it's my turn to give you that. And there are so many things I'd like to try with you" That's a very nice thing to say Emma... You know, these stories don't come out of nowhere. You have your part in inspiring them..." So I'll give you some more. Just wait here."Emma goes to her bedroom. Myself, I leave my clothes, laying naked on the sofa.She comes back wearing a pink, crotchless fishnet. She carries Mr Rabbit and some lube."I'm. After thinking about it for a couple weeks, I thought of a test that might shed some light on this new supposition. I walked up to Dee as she knelt in one of the flower beds planting some new type of posies. "Why don't you plant some violets, Dee," I asked innocently."Violets are weeds," she answered, looking up at me and smiling."It just happens to be the state flower," I observed."Oh, they're pretty enough, but they're really one of the most prolific weeds around. They spread by seeds, by.