She had turned on the lamp."What?" I want to see it," she said, as she moved to sit, cross legged, next to my thighs, "I want to see it when you cum."...Yeah, sure."I looked down at her pretzeled little body as she leaned over my dick and held it in her hand. She gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture, for long moments. "It smells like pussy," she observed, crinkling her nose. "Shouldn't you go clean it?" No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!"She shrugged and dropped her tongue to the tip of. Please, God, please let me fuck you.” My mind was so lost; I didn’t realize I was crying until her tongue slid along my cheek, licking my tears as she started to cum, slowly at first, then turning almost violent in her thrusts and squirming. The feather brushed down and sent me to the very edge of an orgasm, I tensed, waiting for the next sensation, anything, even a breeze would have done it. As she finished her orgasm, she curled up close, nibbling on my earlobe, but ignoring my cock. She put. He happily taught them some of his favourite spells, and by the time he got home to Jean, he had left some very happy Lords behind.For Mark and Jean, the next four weeks passed by very quickly. They spent the mornings with the flickers doing chores and teaching them new skills. They spent the afternoons working on the items and kept the evenings for their own enjoyment.Mark did make one or two small trips into Morton to keep up with the gossip and collect a few handy items they wanted. Mark’s. I brought them out to the living room.Miss was stepping down off the sturdy coffee table gracefully. "Good. Now it is time to get you ready," she said with a smile, and I smiled back, as I was hoping to be more normally clothed to face Rebecca. Miss had other plans. She unlocked my ankle cuffs and my shoes and told me to strip.With so little to remove, I was completely naked before her in moments. Under the warmth of her eyes, even being stark naked but for lip gloss in my living room in the.