Opal kept the bottle tilted, and I watched as the stream descended Bex’s neck to coat her breasts.Clearly pleased with her handiwork Opal turned to ...e. I took several long draws from the bottle before she moved it to her lover’s slit and I watched as the golden bubbles coated her pussy lips and blended with her cum.I needed to further bidding, I dropped my head and lapped at the sweet mess. I kept my tongue flat and spread her swollen lips before using its tip to open her up.Bex gasped her. Unfortunately. Most of my images are visual. Sometimes I put them on paper, but the scenes play out before my eyes, first. I suppose that's one of the good things about the web. It really works well for visual things.(Nostrumo) Hm, but you said you adore PJ for his ability to write whole scenes with complete sensory life?(Brandy) Well, PJ fills in what I need. Things that won't register with me in real life, I live in PJ's stories. But I get really, really into books, too. My imagination fills. No one was around and no cars were coming. She sighed and felt warm relief flood over her. But it wasn’t just relief that warmed her, she realized. The tingling sensation had returned, but now it was a full on heat down between her legs. Jenna looked down and felt her pussy. It was so warm and wet, and not from the shower. Almost getting caught while running home naked had turned her on. She looked over her naked body. Her stomach, breasts, and legs were covered in grass and dirt from hiding.. A dog was barking; Princess, I assumed. A TV was loud in the background. I thought to myself, “Robert,” but that didn’t stop me from hearing that familiar voice, yelling, “Turn that fucking TV down!” The door handle jiggled, and my heart was immediately in my throat. The door swung open. A tiny, vicious Chihuahua went straight for my legs. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Delilah!” Mia said excitedly, as she reached for a hug. I giggled nervously and hugged her back. Her scent was.