.. oh wait; we can't let them see us calling her; someone may compare notes and realize the times match up. New plan, I'm putting Christine to sleep, ...lose these assholes."The light turned green and the race was on. As Christine slumped in the seat next to me I floored the gas and burned a thousand miles off my rear tires as I charged into the intersection, then spun the wheel — cutting off the two lanes of traffic on my left — and made the long u-turn back the other way. My would-be tail was. She made me tremble, my heart pounding a mile a minute as she went lower and lower. She kissed at my bellybutton.“Sianili!” I squealed. “Oh, Sianili!”My eyes rolled back in my head as her tongue danced around in my navel. It was so wicked having her caressing about in my divot. My cunt clenched. The heat rippled through me. It was such a wondrous moment. I loved this moment.She kissed lower and lower. She smooched toward my pubic mound. Her lips kissed lower and lower. My cunt clenched and clit. Betty told me. After a couple of minutes she took my shriveled maleness between my legs and pulled up a flesh like garment between my legs. She then made some adjustments and pulled a string. I heard it snap in place. Then all of a sudden a jolt of pain ran through my body."Please take it off. What is this thing? I'm going to pass out a again," I moaned."Here hold my hand. I want you to never take it off. It's called a gaff and you are going to love the way your panties fit over it. In a couple. I feel her heel bounce against my back as she squirms, my hold on her thighs tightening. "I know," she answers her responses becoming shorter as her breathing quickens. "Okay," she manages, biting down on her lip as I dance my tongue against her, savouring her desire that seeps from her, coating my lips with her delicious taste. I hear his murmur in the background over the audible lap of her juicy wet sex. A tormenting audible gasp greets a teasing swirl of my tongue moving north and tending to.