There was nothing to do but watch her work and enjoy the ride. Oddly enough, her technique was rather crude, almost as if this was the first blow job ...he had ever attempted. Still, what the demon lacked in experience was more than compensated by a single-minded devotion to the task at hand.She paused, eyes going wide, and slowly drew back. Logan watched her lick a drop of precum from the head, and swallow. She looked up at him. Her lantern eyes were dilated and unfocused. The demon growled. It was hideous.But the wardrobe of predictability knows bestest, so I pulled on the white/grey granny knickers, stuffed my breasticules into the white/grey full cup bra, pulled up the white/grey just below the knee socks, buttoned up the white/grey conceal everything blouse all the way to the top and pulled up the zipper on the grey/grey, A-line, below the knee, skirt of awfulness and stomped downstairs in my orthapedically sensible, sick-in-my-mouth, shoes and fixed myself a bowl of Golden. My cock is slick with her creamy pussy juices and you slurp up every bit of it, then rise up to take my cock in your mouth. Amber takes her turn to lick and kiss and suckle my balls, dripping with a slippery mixture of pre-cum from my cock, juice from her pussy and saliva from your mouth. You move your head down until the tip of my cock presses the back of your mouth. You hold your breath and push harder, taking my cock down all the way, swallowing to massage the head.You pull back, look up at. It would have been fun, but I didn't think it was the right time. "It's okay if you do. I know you love me. I love you too. We can have fun with them and still love each other, can't we?" I said."Megan, I'll love you no matter what happens."I moved as close to my brother as I could. We finished our dance and started back toward the table. Jenny and Brad met us halfway. We stayed on the dance floor so we could dance to the next song. When the music started, Brad and I danced together. .