.. But please... Please remember you are a hero.... please....I'm so sorry.. but control yourself..." My last words are a whimper.I've only had my qui...k affect someone a few times in my life.... I shutter with fear at what it might to to this women... Why did it have to be such a strong animalistic woman?... My heart sinks as I think of her tongue....As if she is reading my mind I feel her tongue coil up my pant leg reaching all the way to to the top of my thigh... It stops just short of my. He wiggled, and she drew him deeper, sucked him farther into the tickling heat of her throat. Lapping her tongue over the aching head, Lorena worked more feverishly upon his prick. "Oh!" he grunted. "Oh, s*s--WOW--Eat me up, baby! Eat my cock, chew it up, suck it out by the roots. Oh--ah! s*s, s*s--I'm about to come!" She didn't try to back off, and made no attempt to dodge the semen he just had to let go. Instead, she sucked him harder, dipping in her cheeks and gulping noisily at his shaft as. Opening the envelope I find a note saying "I know this iswhat you've always wanted for Christmas so now you will have it!" it thenwent on to say "you are to put on your outfit and wear it for the day!"and it was signed Merry Christmas mistress Claus!After assembling everything I went to the bathroom covered my body in thehair remover, started the shower while waited for the cream to do itsthing. After several minutes of waiting I stepped into the shower andwatched my body and leg hair wash away. She berated herself for giving it houseroom. She had it lucky, had it easy, compared to many. She had a job she was good at, that paid enough. She felt her colleagues liked her. She was fairly healthy, and more attractive to men than she would ever admit to herself. And yet…and yet. Something was missing. Something kept jarring as she went about her life. She came down here to the river for…for what? For solitude? Probably not. There always seemed to be someone here. Walking their dog, ambling.