I was already hard and as she washed my cock I told her to do a good job because I wanted her to suck me.The look on her face was priceless. “You wa...t me to suck your thing?” she exclaimed. “No honey” I said “I want you to suck my cock. Now say it”. She hesitated and then said “yes I want to suck your cock” and right there in the shower she squatted down and, tentatively at first, she began. I moaned and she stopped. “Did it hurt?” she asked. I looked down at her “no baby at feels so good” I. I have quite a bit of schooling left to do. I’m probably good enough with my vocabulary and punctuation but it doesn’t help my r?m?Ya know, I should probably go to school for a while, all I got at this time is a high school education. I’ve decided I want to major in journalism of course and minor in, um, history. Have you thought of what you wanted to do yet?” “No…I guess I don’t really know yet. Phew, I’m all wet,” “W-what, what are you talking about?” “Oh, Abel, you think I don’t. I shivered involuntarily as her finger found my lubricated arse-hole, and then slipped easily inside. She gently fingered me for a few minutes while I laid my head on her still sticky breasts, listening to the sound of her heartbeat while the smell of fresh cum filled my nostrils. I heard Chris laugh.“You are a pair of filthy girls, you know that?” he said.“You can talk, fucking a nice girl like Annie up the arse,” said Abi.“I used to be nice, ‘til I met you two,” I said, my cheek smeared with. The electric chairs were very ritualistic in appearance; they were made of heavy, red oak, polished and varnished to a super-bright sheen. They were upholstered in blood red leather, with lots of brass nail head studs adorning them. The many security straps were also made of hand-buffed, brown leather, hand tooled and extremely heavy duty. Straps were placed at the waist, the upper chest just below the breasts, on each wrist and below each elbow, on each ankle, just below the knee, and if.