All I could do was lay there and moan and shiver and beg her not to stop."Oh please, don't stop V, ohhh god it feels so good..." She ate me for a long...time, longer than any boy has ever stayed down there. My pussy got wetter and wetter. I could hear the squishy sounds as she worked my hole and clit with her fingers and mouth. She could feel when I was getting close to an orgasm and would back off, or change how she ate me. After ten or fifteen minutes I was drunk with the sensation, like. The man stepped closer again, until he was at the edge of the bed, his manhood right in front of their young faces. He placed a hand on their heads, helping them to look up at him. Tears continued to stream down their faces. “Now, since you enjoyed looking so much, I’m gonna let you touch it too.” He grinned wickedly.“Please, take anything, just not... this!” Cynthia pleaded.His grin disappeared, and his grip tightened in their hair again, causing them to wince in pain. “You’ll do it, and. The idiot who had drawn the map had misspelled or forgotten the "e" in place and he looked at the strange-looking "Plac" like it was an accusing finger chastising him for his acceptance of the map at face value.The map had been delivered to him by a subordinate he trusted but now that he was beyond the point of no return he realized he had been duped by a probable loyalist sympathizer who had laughed at the thought of the fatal stranding over a thousand souls in the middle of a swamp. He could. With her lips busy on John's cock she supressed a gasp as the much bigger cock slowly slid into her dripping snatch. In a manner of seconds it had surpassed the depth her own husband reached and it was still going deeper. Her eyes began to water as the cock buried itself deeper....a depth no man has ever gone in her. As she bobbed her head up and down in John's lap, her body jerked forward and back experiencing the full girth of the intruders cock. Margo lifted her head from John's lap and.