He was completely focused on her pussy, still kissing it and playing with it with his fingers, panting against her, probing her with his tongue. Afte... a few minutes she was starting to tense again, raising her head up to watch, opening her legs wider to see. Hand falling on top of his head now, closing into a fist full of his hair. Mouth becoming a sneer, breathing getting faster. Kevin climbed up next to her, and she looked over at him with almost inhuman eyes, nothing there but hunger,. I told him it wasn't necessary. He laughed, saying he was going to take it for service the next day."How does Penelope like being at home all the time?" I asked.Ned had a strange look on his face, making me wonder if I had overstepped my bounds. What business did I have asking such a personal question?"Why do you ask?"He had me. I wasn't sure why I had even thought to ask. "It must be confining for her, that's all." You may be right, Sammy. I hadn't given it a thought. She does seem out of. She let out a tiny squeeker on cue, right in my face. The next day she unloaded a whopper that damn near singed the carpet. Sounded like she killed a huge duck. It was total romance. She never topped that one. I would get the best results with her sticking my tongue up into her bung pie as far as I could and massage her rump while tossing her salad. Sometimes it would happen right away but sometimes it could take 20 minutes before it would come poot pooting out. The romance saved my marriage.. Karen was the best, I thought, and she won the contest easily.I also thought it was incredibly sexist that they only had the girls up there. To be fair, they should have had the naked guys on stage, too. I wondered if they were going to catch hell for it somewhere down the line from some ACLU lawyer or the like.Not that I minded, you understand. I would have been monumentally embarrassed to have had to stand up there naked in front of the whole school and make a speech about it. But I would.