Now... Imagine a flower made of purest crystal, fanning outwards out of a pillar of fire almost five hundred meters tall. The fire roils and ripples o...twards into snakes that loop and coil upwards through the air to press against the underside of the petals, providing support to shimmering, shining blades that looked big enough to hold entire apartment blocks on them. Now, start adding these details to your mind picture: Lightning strobes silently from the tips of of those flower petals, arcing. My cock was plunging inside her into a pool of not only my cum but the juices Norma had made as we fucked. Jan had occasionally got that wet herself, and it had felt amazing, but it had never felt like this before.I collapsed on top of her and I could feel her heartbeat as both our hearts were thumping in our chests. I could feel it through her tits that were pressed against me. It was as if we were in a sandwich press. We were both breathless and covered in sweat. This had to be the most. I am looking up at thetender bare flesh of her inner thighs, above nylon, tothe pale fleshy lips of her cunt. It beckons me, and Ilift my head to touch the moist flesh between her palethighs with my tongue, my hands cupping the globes ofher firm buttocks as I begin to lick her. Then she sinks, her lower regions pressing, the slickwet heat of desire moving, roiling, undulating ancientrhythms of bliss, my tongue seeking and searching as shemoans somewhere far above my head. My mind a sudden seaof. " Yes, well that's another point in favor of being gentle and civilized in your lovemaking, isn't it?" My father seldom missed an opportunity to note any fact that pointed out how right he was with some earlier assertion. This comment was aimed at Mama."Perhaps you have a point this time, Thomas. I wonder if Kenny is going to suffer permanent scarring from these wounds?" Mama seemed more upset by these scratches than they deserved. It wasn't as if Emily had inflicted them on purpose."I can.