He looked dangerous, too. He'd grown older, and more powerful. She hadn't realized how young he was, the last time she saw him. He'd been a man, yes, ...ut not fully grown. She'd been even younger, and hadn't been paying attention, never thinking that he was anything but one of Carolina's friends, a halfway decent navi, and possibly her lover.His features were still the same, but age had put an edge on them, broadened his shoulders, added heft to a frame that hadn't been small to begin with. His. You could seethe slightly lighter material below the syrup get darkeras the edge of the syrup moved to meet the shiny lowerpart of her skirt. Cheryl suggested I slowly cover her in syrup. I used thefirst bucket to cover the remaining clean parts of herskirt. I dumped a bucket over each arm, then one doneher back, getting the bottom of her hair all sticky.“Sorry about you’re hair,” I said.“Don’t be!” she said. Cheryl close her eyes as I dumpeda bucket over her. She nodded and rose from the couch, her hand slipping out of her shorts and into her own mouth as she stepped over the coffee table and stood next to James.He wrapped his arm around her and brought her mouth to his, kissing her with passion, tasting her juices on her own tongue. He slipped one hand up her shirt, grabbing a nipple and lightly pulling, twisting on it. When Doris moaned into his mouth, grinding her still clad pussy up against his thigh, he reached down and began pushing her shorts. As the third man came to have his cock cleaned with her mouth, a white drop appeared on his tip. Lustily, she licked it off before putting the rest of him into her mouth. “I thought it was supposed to be the biggest cock first to get the slut into the right mood,” he boasted.“Oh well, you’ve got her ready for me,” laughed the fourth man.She thought it would be hard to follow that size. But the slut was in the mood for more … and more … and more. Sure, he wasn’t as big as the other two but she.