“Hehehe,” he drunkenly chuckled and sniffled, still holding me close with his chin draped across my shoulder, “Seems that looking at those dirty...pictures of your Mama got your juices flowing pretty good here, eh?”My own chuckle at his observation quickly morphed into an intense gasp as his thumb found the sensitive underside cleft between the lobes of my circumcised tip and circled it deftly.“Right there, huh?” he whispered knowingly. “That’s the magic spot, isn’t it ... even on a cut cock like. The walls were pretty much about to cave, as large cracks and gaps covered most of them, and the only exit had already collapsed, leaving her trapped.Remembering her situation, she took a look over herself, trying to tell what state time had left her in. To her surprise, she hadn't aged a day, still looking to be in her early twenties.Even more surprising was the fact she was naked. Her clothes, clearly, were not saved from the ravages of time, leaving her body on full display. Her time being. It was still tender from my first DP the previous day and I was wary of having it penetrated again, “Not in there,” I muttered. John’s voice whispered in my ear persuasively, as he leaned over me, “Come on Jill, don’t be a prude, you loved it last night and you’ll enjoy it again.” “Oh will I? It’s not your asshole that’s getting a big dick up it, is it?” I gasped. My words were choked, because Chris was playing with a nipple and my hot clit, while his cock throbbed inside me. My head was. She still had to try on the lingerie with the outfit she’d already chosen earlier that day. When the clock struck four in the afternoon she slipped into her lingerie again. She decided to wear the briefs. The back of the briefs had a wide gap exposing her bum. It was nothing more than waistband and some coverage at the bottom. Rather cheeky. She put on her gray plaid skirt and checked if the hem fell low enough to conceal that she was wearing stockings. Next she started buttoning up the many.