Ron nodded in agreement. Roger stepped up to his barely conscious mother who was still dangling fromthe ceiling by her ensnared ballooned boobies. Wit... the hanger in his righthand Roger lightly stroked his mother's inflamed, swollen clitty . Joan shuddered to the core in fear as her son ran the hanger across her sensitiveclitoris . She wanted to plead with her son for him not to whip her clitoriswith the wire clothes hanger. But as she had already painfully learned thatany speech from her would. I start at the head lickin around and over,and over. greedily trying to get another taste. I lick down the shaft and your smooth shaved balls. You must either really like my tongue playing over your full sack, or it really tickles cause you tense and stifle a moan whenever move my tongue certain ways. I start working my way back up, I place my tongue under your balls and then my mouth around them momentarily before I start back up your shaft working my way up to the nectar. Yes there's more. It sharpened into Quetzal standing in his kitchen the moment before Woolie arrived. His vision went beyond sight. He could smell the food on the stove, the musk of Quetzal’s body, the scent of his sweat. Though he was removed by the veil of time, Woolie could feel Quetzal’s body, his heartbeat. He heard the knock on the door and saw how Quetzal ran to open it. It was he himself who came in. Damn, they looked great at their young age. How old were they then? Hard to say, just after the War of. I needed to pee but couldn’t as the woman stuck her hand in my pussy box it hurt like hell as she stretched past whatever that was holding the heavy weight to my lips she was up to my insides as i felt her arm her complete arm was stretching me to the max how much further. I must of passed out again as the day became night and i was still there hung like a piece of meat on the hook now there were to mouths suckling on my breasts i came to as i felt another arm in me to bring on a further.