When weather did not permit us time in the garden, we read to each otherin the library, and shared our thoughts about novelists and poets."I admire Di...kens," I confessed. "I find his tales both amusing andmoving. But Father says he is too common, and would rather I restrictmyself to Shakespeare and Milton. How do you feel about him?" Dickens is a fine author!" you asserted vigorously. "His style may notbe classical but it is ideal for the modern reader, and he is a man ofhigh moral sentiment."I. My mouth opened in shock and lust and I let out a gasp that turned into a moan.“That’s right, you whore, you love it” Tina said pushing her cock deeper into me. The combination of her f***efulness and the thin lube of Tina’s and my spit meant I felt the friction of her thrusts more acutely. It was equal parts pleasurable and uncomfortable and in spite of my self I felt myself strain away from her thrusting. “Your, not going anywhere” Tina snapped and she reached forward to grab a handful of my. ‘Easy now. You don’t want to send me to the floor!’ Selena admonished. ‘Sorry.’ Demi wiped her eyes and blushed like she was in high school, her arms locked in front of her. ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ ‘Gladly.’ A flurry of clothes went into the air as the girls discarded every scrap of clothing they had on. If someone were to observe, it would look like some old time comedy but. Yet, in under a minute both of them were naked. The two futanari stood opposite each other,. By the time I got home, I practically sprinted up the stairs to my room, I locked the door and whipped the bag out of my back pack. I tore it open and out dropped something red and silky. My heart thumped and slammed as I picked up a shimmering red nightie. This one was floor length and luxurious. With it was a note that read, “I don’t want this one back till it is covered from top to bottom”. No problem I growled as I literally ****d the hapless silky slut toy. It took about three days.