You look up to see me watching you. Ipull your hair back from your face, mesmerized by the sight of my cock slidingin and out between your red lips. Y...ur face is flushed with your recentorgasm, and I caress your cheek as you suck me, then reach a still damp fingerforward to feel where my cock is sliding in and out of your mouth. Just as I think I can't take anymore, and that I am going to explode in yourmouth, you release me, grab another piece of ice, and push me back on the bed. Thesight of. I know people might think ourfamilies are rich but I am so sick of flying commercial even if it isfirst class.I reckon if he looks as girly as he can and Dolly just does his job,they'll go for it. I mean going on top isn't gay. Everyone from boys inmilitary academies to felons in prison knows that," Lucinda lilted withfaux naivet?."If that doesn't work we can take him to that gay club. You know the onewe sometimes have a few drinks when we are sick of straight guysbothering us. There'll be more. Tandy didn’t look much different than the last time he had seen her. Plastered body, resting in a complicated maze of ropes, metal bars, and weights; bare flesh showing here and there. The only difference was that her casted left foot was lowered slightly. John looked at the mirror placed before her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Her left arm was hanging limply, her motionless fingers almost touching the floor. She was obviously sleeping. He sat on the chair, hoping that it would not. She is in great shape; very slim, petite - probably comes from chasing and eluding criminals. From where you're standing, her breasts look impossibly perky under her tight little sweater - probably a small B cup. At just over 5 feet tall, Nancy is quite the little pocket rocket. Her blondish hair had just a hint of red to it as it falls over her shoulders.She is dressed in a hip-hugging plaid skirt that comes to about mid-thigh. A yellow v-neck sweater hugs her upper body like a glove. Brown.