You can only stare at it for a second before trailing 2 of your fingers down it and feel it twitch... you must have it!!..... Slowly almost reverently...you peel the boxers down so the tip appears... you can see it's shiny from his juices in the light from the TV, again you touch it with your finger and feel the stickiness as it twitches again... you hear a noise and realise he moaned...You feel him tense as you hear police sirens but they disappear off into the night... you reach out and take. ” Liz was the first to speak. “Your breasts are beautiful, firm and proportioned to your body. You should be proud of them.” Simone looked down at the ground, not convinced. Liz went on, “Look, I’m too big. I have such trouble finding clothes to fit me. And I always have to fight off guys who just want a grope. I’d die to have perfect breasts like yours.”“Thank you, but you know that’s not true” said Simone. I spoke up. “Liz is right. You have a wonderful figure. I’ve always admired. Harder. Filling her mouth. And her throat. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And sticky. All over her red lips. Filling her mouth and throat. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.“Ohhhhh! Oh mmm-my God! Nnnn-no! Please! No! It was Candace’s idea! And Donald! Cuh-Cuh-Donald! They talked me into it! I…I…I didn’t want to! Puh-lease! Donald Jr and Eric! Tell them. Tell them I didn’t mean it! Ohhhhl! Tell them I’ll make it up to. ‘By early afternoon, things were starting to get even more interesting outside. ‘Morning was mostly mainstream journalists and locals. By afternoon it was every alternative press outlet you’ve never heard of. Plus all kinds of international press that presumably came in from New York. And lots of other people. ‘It literally resembled a circus. Especially when the cheerleading squad showed up.’ ‘What were they up to?’ ‘They had worked out a racy Donor X routine. To the tune of the Beatles’.