Blair knew that it was time to make her best friend cum again.Blair began to finger Casey slowly this time as she started again. As Blair pulled out h...r fingers, the warm dribble of clear goodness evading Casey's hot pink pudding, pooled in the palm of her hand with the way it was situated. Blair looked at the sticky pool in her palm and when she inserted her fingers again, she folded her hand up to the rest of what little bit of Casey's tender slit was exposed. Blair slid her palm over Casey's. I walk through the house which seems deserted and find a note telling me to help myself to a drink and to get comfortable. I drink my drink and undress down to my sheer to the waist crotchless tan pantyhose. I sit on the sofa wondering what will happen when I hear a noise coming from one of the bedrooms and get up and walk to the door and listen. I can hear noise of movement and opening the door I step in. My cock springs instantly to attention at the sight which greets me. There lying on the. Every so often, Judd Lorimer would kiss her throat, her eyes, her cheeks and chin. At rare intervals, he drew his lips gently across hers, stirring her each time he did so.She said, "Am I really beautiful, Judd?" She called him by his first name because she felt she was his new wife, his new piece of young ass, his pussy."More than I can tell you," he breathed into her hair, caressing her cunt mound now, always very gently. Her crotch was wet from the leaking of his cum, from the excited. Rising from the ground in front of him were eight headstones. The man had only known one of the eight individuals engraved on the stones but he prayed for all of them. When the man was troubled or upset, praying helped him but this was also the time he set aside for his daily prayers."Brother Kurt?" Yes my child?"Kurt Wagner had been many things in his life. Mutant, believer, freak, gypsy, lover, circus star, hero and terrorist; but the one accomplishment he was most proud of was when he was.