Maybe it was the suit. Next to him his sidekick, Lucas. Older but still looked like a lost boy. Probably still controlled by Mario, like a puppet on a...string.“I see the words gone around quickly,” I said while staring into his eyes.Mario stepped forward, making his fists into balls, ready to attack me. Lucas by his side was waiting for instructions. Charlie at once stepped between us growling at the aggressors. We stood there looking at each other, in the tranquillity of the cemetery. Suddenly. "Oh Bridget," sighed Kristen, trying to keep it together."Don't you love it mom!" said Bridget, framing her face proudly with herhands and posing. "I told you the highlights would really sparkle oncethey put it up." You were so right honey," replied her mother, inspecting every inch ofher hair and face. "You almost look like you should be getting into yoursenior prom gown and not some pageant. The curls! The updo! You're sobeautiful, and you look so damn mature. I almost feel sick." Easy mom,". Smack. She’s really crying around my cock. I’ve eased up fucking her face, but she’s having none of it. Her cock hungry streak is insatiable and she’s straining against my grip on her hair, trying to impale herself on me, mumbling incoherently. ‘Just how much does she like being smacked, exactly…’ Grinning evilly, my foot kicks open Zoey’s thighs. Burying myself in her throat, I let the crop glide over the inside of her thighs. She’s squirming, moaning and swallowing; her whole body grinds. I gathered his laced panties up in my hand by the leg holes which made his nice peter look like it was pulled up in a jock strap, his soft pubic hair coming out on both sides and I licked on both sides of it leaving trails of saliva on both sides of his cock and testicles. I looked up at him and he was watching me intently stroking the back of my head softly. I kept my eyes on his exquisite, emerald eyes as I pulled his panties down to his knees. I took his tender, semi hard penis in my right.