The woman’s tongue was driving her crazy. She was squirming in her seat and desperately trying to keep from making too much noise. Lisa had one hand...on the woman’s head, which alternated between trying to push her away, and pulling her face tighter into her crotch. Fortunately they were nearing the end of the broadcast, because, despite her best attempts to stop it, Lisa was rapidly closing in on an earth-shattering orgasm. Roger had just done the weather, and Sharon had introduced Bill’s. And the plan, of course. It was the kind of plan that makes you wake up with a feeling of expectation. The kind that leaves a rush of excitement. It makes you smile the moment you think of it. That is how you know it is a good plan.It should be followed up.Yesterday he saw Frank. He hadn't seen him in a few months and it made him feel a bit guilty to call him now. But Frank was very good about it. Wasn't this what friends are for?He'd known Frank since grade school. After high school he went on. I couldn't wear a witch costume, could I? That would be wrong! AlthoughI was having trouble remembering the exact reason it would be wrong.Although it would certainly look perfect next to Dana's black catcostume. Wasn't that the reason I chose it?Shrugging, I stripped down to my underwear, which I thought had been apair of boxers, but seemed tighter and shorter, and after wiping mytorso with some toilet paper to clean any egg residue that got past myhoodie and shirt, pulled the costume over my. I caught him wacking off one time, so he explains to me what he’s doing and how good it feels. You just have to watch out for the juice. You don’t want to be getting the juice on things, so jack off into a sock or a dirty towel or some paper towels. That began the love affair with my hand and so I explore my tail, and pretty soon I really like the way my ass takes things to the next level. Then I get a dildo… it’s like a real dick, all soft and firm and fleshy. It’s just a thing to put things.