You turn them inside out and place your fingers under the crotch that are completely smeared with your mixed sex juices. "Suck them clean," you say, a...most daring me. I open my eyes and glance at you then lower them in shame, seeing your hand with your dirty sex panties dangling from it, inches from my outstretched tongue. I obediently lean forward, and you push your hand into my mouth, chuckling to yourself, placing the dirtiest part of the crotch onto the middle of my tongue. I close my lips. "Everyone always wants to know if they're real."He lifted the underside of his belly with one hand and cupped his sack with the other. His balls were like a massive mound of putty, spilling over his fingers. Vincent smiled at me as he kneaded them like fleshy dough. His penis peeked out atop them. He stepped back, proudly. More drips s**ttered to the floor."They do make it a challenge to take a leak, " he said, shaking and repositioning in front of the basin. "It doesn't look you're ever going. When she let out her first sexy moan, I almost came right on the spot. I never imagined this pure little wisp of a girl could be so turned on so quickly.Mary spread her knees open, and still kneeling, grabbed one of my hands off her butt, and pushed it between her legs. “Finger me, like you did to Beth,” she whispered, her hot breath filling my ear. I could see that she would be controlling the action, so I thought it best to do as I was told. After all, she had the power of blackmail over. ..for a few millennia, until I could get back on my hooves. That's right, hooves. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm Pan. You know, the god of wine, women, and song, though not necessarily in that order. And men, too.For the record, ambrosia lets you age REALLY well. I'd tell you to try it, but we have enough immortals crowded in Olympus right now. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picasso painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the.