As his head was growing, I decided to try something I had read about, but never tried. I put my lips so that they were encircling just his head. I let...extra drool run out of my mouth onto his cock and my lips. I then slowly inhaled, making a sloppy, sucking noise. This caused vibrations on his helmet, just as a motorboat would. The results were evident. "Ooohh yeah mmmm!" Dave squeaked as he jerked his hips. I did this a few more times, and he was right on the edge. I decided that he had waited. .. and...”“You want to masturbate?”She nodded her head.“Then what's stopping you?” I whispered. “You can do whatever you want. You're my princess. Alison and Lily are your slaves, too. Right?”“Yes, Ms. Talon,” moaned Lily as Alison moaned, “Yeah, Mom,” into my juicy pussy.I shuddered, Alison's tongue swirling around my clit, as Janet shoved her hands down to her shorts. She unsnapped the fastener. The zipper rasped down as she shoved her hands into them. She groaned, her head leaning back. The medic had been going to tell Pete about Bobby's report that Julie was a drug user, and that the head wound was not sufficient to cause Julie's condition. He held back from saying it now, waiting for Pete to recover from the shock of seeing the girl he knew on the floor.Pete was remembering the screaming match he had overheard between Julie and Bobby, just before Julie had stormed out of the wedding reception:"Do what you fucking want! I'm not your girlfriend any more! Just leave me alone. I made no protest -- indeed, I had no intention of protesting -- and even helped by shrugging my shoulders forward and then slipping my arms, one after the other, out the short sleeves. The top half slid into my lap, exposing my upper torso to the waist except for the peach-colored brassiere that supported my mammaries. I had chosen it carefully that morning -- an underwire variety that exposed more of my breast flesh than usual.Relaxing his arms slightly and allowing my body to drop backward,.