His hands were on her back slipping down toher ass again and finally to her thighs where hisfingers intruded between his face and her genitalia,his to...gue working her small delicate clit. I could see her stiffen, she had never had an orgasmthis early in the foreplay, his tongue must know how towork a clitoris, his hands shifting back to her ass,fingers wet with her flow. The large hands completelycovered her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing herrosebud, a finger pressing against it.Kay. Some of your actions are outrageous to say the least. That Karla bears you no grudges is the biggest surprise and says much for her resilience. But where you get those weird ideas I cannot fathom at all. And even less that they work so damn well."Short of baring my soul, a bit of honesty seemed indicated. "I don't want to talk about my peculiar character. Both of you know all about that in any case. Most of the times it's a composite state, impatience, frustration, anger, compassion, pushing me. They were getting restless. I forged ahead.“Guys, please listen. Don’t be fools and blame your wives. They are victims. The jerk responsible has threatened them all. He took videos and said he would release them to the internet and to their families, friends, churches, and everyone else he thought would keep them in line. Your wives have all held this awful burden within themselves to protect everyone they love, including you. They need your love and support. That means we all need to stay calm. Big neon sign in front of a quaint little place. They're going to feed us there too, and it's great eating." He started to drive off."Wait! Let me follow you!" wailed Ted."Don't want to be late!" yelled Bob out his window. He accelerated, turned left at the corner and then took the next left too. From there he turned up an alley and pulled into somebody's back yard."What are you doing?" asked Cecelia breathlessly."Just call me Saint George," said Bob, smiling. "We'll give the dragon time to get.