"Don't know" said her brother "why u asking?" he whispered back, in an attempt to not to wake their parents in the next room. "Just that your tastes d...fferent at different times of the day" she said. "also sometimes its thick and creamy and other times its thin and milky. "I could help you find out", said the brother. "How? I told a couple of football buddies about us, and they want a piece of the action, Oh JESUS what the fuck", a punch to the belly had winded him and as he turned another blow. Slowly, deliberately I eased a finger into her as I eased my face toward her apex. It smelled good. My dick thumped with the need to mate but I held my needs at bay while I slid my tongue out in snake like fashion and tasted her love hole. She tasted good. Delicious. Different.“Aaaah,” she moaned as I flattened my tongue against her core and applied pressure to all of the right places. She tasted so good. Almost like creamy vanilla ice cream. I licked her deep. Slurped on the juices that were. "Shoot him." Michelle's voice was tight with fury. "He killed Nick. Shoot the fucker." Nick's not dead, Michelle," Stephanie said softly, her eyes never leaving the sights she had set on Scott. "He woke up and called us, we got to him in time. He's in surgery, getting the bullet removed. You'll see him soon." He's not dead?" No," Roger said. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye and resisted the urge to look over there. He had been wondering where the other girl was, the girl that had. I gasp, tensing as something cold squirms against my asshole. I'm still sore from last night. The tentacle doesn't force its way into me, though, it laps at my hole, coating it with slime, the sensation making me quiver inside. I love getting rimmed, and being without a boyfriend has left me severely in need. I can't help but groan and rock my hips, pushing against it, my tight hole relaxing.The tentacle slips inside, cold and wet, but it's not nearly as big as before. It's barely bigger around.