“This was my dad’s, but he never wears it now that he’s put on a few pounds. It should fit.”Kirk pulled it on around him, and while it was per...aps a size too large for him, he was able to look presentable zipped up halfway. Karen was grinning from ear to ear at me.“What?” he asked, looking around at himself. “Does it look funny or something?”“No, it’s just…” she hesitated. “I guess I’m just amused by the fact that you’re wearing my dad’s shirt ‘cause I’m wearing yours.” “We could trade,. .Ummm..I love your juices..Mmm..”. She was continuously leaking andmoaning…”ahhhh…ssshhh..aaahss…Ummm..Yeaaaaaass…Hhhhaa…”I now took her clitoris in between my lips and gently tugged at them and she was ecstatic..and heavily shuddered and i knew she orgasmed…But I didn’t stop , I wanted her to have that sweet pleasure a little longer and I started slurping her pussy a little harder and faster and she was now rubbing her pussy on my face…and pushing my face in. I could sense how wild and mad she. I rubbed my hands up each of his thighs as they met at the apparent bulge in his trousers. I repeated this several times, and Barry began to relax. I was not sure whether his relaxing was related to the pleasure he was about to receive or more like a small jungle creature, ultimately giving up, knowing that the tiger was about to devour it and there was no escape. I unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and pulled his pants down to his ankles while he assisted by wiggling his ass in the. To fetch Diane.”“You think we can do that?”“It is likely that she is in a cage outside the house. If not, then we must rethink. If we go in the small hours of the night, we could probably get her away without a confrontation.”We went to lie down for a couple of hours. I doubted I would sleep, but set an alarm for midnight anyway. I was out like a light. Waking was like struggling to climb a hill while wrapped in cotton wool – not a great simile, but the best I can do right now – though Sally.