My right hand went between my legs, soaking in the lubrication of my lust, pinching my clit in an attempt to have us cum simultaneously. He moved towa...d me, offering his crown against the lips of my mouth. I shook my head, pulling back. I had no desire to have him cum in my mouth. His face showed disappointment but he continued to stroke.He groaned, the lowing of a hungry cow in the field, the sound announcing his arrival at the tense and exquisite moment of that first ejaculation of the juice. She was bronze and glistening and so obviously very horny. Her dark nipples stood out like proverbial gumdrops. He could even see the swollen pink tip of her clit every time she rose up and let his cock pull out a little."I have to be dreaming. You're so perfect!" he groaned.She put her hands on his chest and stared down at him, hips in constant motion. "When you held me in your hands like a toy and fucked me so deep, god, that was hot. I'm so horny now."She scrambled off him for a moment. She. “What was that for?”“Do I need a reason?” she said. “I find it amazing how you keep everything so well organized in your head like that.”“Next thing you and I need to do is make an Audition Notice for LES MISÉRABLES. I want to put all the major characters and their musical requirements on the back of it Character name, vocal part, expected song to audition with and so forth...”“Sure will, let me go get my laptop,” she said getting up.“Michael,” my mother said after Jenn left the room, “You have. “Yeah, yeah. That, uh, that sharp rolly thing definitely didn’t feel good rolling over and around my bum.”“Sorry ‘bout that Tempe. I tried to do that lightly but...” a young girl offered with a touch of distress in her voice.“I’m good ... those little prickly points just ... I definitely did not like that thing at my back opening.”“Okay, Mike. Can you move back to that test position, please,” Mrs. Bumstead asked as she put her hand on my shoulder to let me know Tempe was doing fine.I had my.