But Joyce was the most beautiful woman in the world, and to have her and then to lose her was maybe a little too much.Golden light filtered in through...Sam’s windows, telling him he had really overslept. He pulled on some jeans and socks. Straightened his t-shirt and headed downstairs.The sound of college football echoed up the basement stairs. His dad was already getting his football fix on the big screen in the basement. He found his mom curled up on the couch in the living room, legs tucked. But up I put it, and went home satisfied. Two or three mornings afterwards I felt a slight itching at the tip of my prick, but took no notice of it; the next morning piddling, to my horror I saw a little yellowish fluid oozing, and sat down in consternation. I had got a clap.This laid me up for weeks, I went to a strange doctor and managed to keep it from my mother, but was in anxiety as to how I was to pay the doctor. Fortune and misfortune often follow each other. My long promised appointment. Madame V slid it in and out, a little further each time.Lori began to move again, gliding up and then pushing back. Her body was trembling and she knew it was time to cum. She could feel the fortune teller’s tongue moving quickly, and Lori moved faster to keep up. It was all too much and the pressure finally broke. Her head fell back and she cried out in pleasure so much more than she had felt before.Madame V’s finger and tongue never stopped moving and Lori continued cumming until she could no. The claws in his skull intensified their grip. His tongue cramped from keeping it stiff while fucking the humping vagina. Then the dildo moved again, making him feel even fuller."Push back, honey," the voice said, followed by another kiss. He tried to obey, pushing back when the dildo went up his bowels, lurching forward when the redhead bumped into his stiffened tongue. They slid into a hypnotizing rhythm. The hands on his belly started kneading. The pain inside was replaced by slow-spreading.