My heavy, oversized, nickel-plated scissors still lay within my hand. I took one of the cold edges of a rounded end and tickled the tip of an exposed...clit. Uncontrollably, the woman recoiled in fear. I smiled wickedly. My cock grew in both length and girth. I rammed a rounded scissor end deep into my woman’s vaginal hole. This feminine tunnel closed around the unwelcomed steel, yet a trickle of moisture fell on one of my fingers.For several minutes, my scissors played within this female’s. It was going to take her body time to become pregnant and wear down the effects of the cologne. At least that meant I was in for a fun night. The sound of sucking and kissing filled the room once again. Kayla had Avery pinned down, kissing her neck and downward until she reached Avery’s nipples. Kayla opened her mouth wide and stuffed one of Avery’s swollen areola inside. I knew Avery wasn’t lactating, though Kayla sure sucked away as if she was. Meanwhile, Kayla’s generous bust was pressed. Putting my hands in the waistband of her pants she lifted her bum and I pulled them down, she had light green knickers on, as I rubbed her crack through them she began to groan again. After a couple of minutes I stood up in front of her and she pulled my pants down, freeing my hard cock, in front of her I told her to lick it.She licked me a little, obviously in a fashion, as I sat back down I slipped my finger under the elastic of her panties and was rubbing her cunt, wandering my fingers. Its sides were raw, but the top was smooth and carefully polished. The color of this surface was dark, darker than the original color of the rock from which the stone had been hewn, reddish-brown, irregular, as if blotched — blood, I thought with a shudder, as if the stone had been drenched in it. I touched it with my hand — it was dry, of course, but I could not say whether I touched stone or a coating of blood or of something else, and I do not think that I really wanted to know.Near the four.