......"Splat, splat"......just as my cock started shooting off, I jammed my foot up her cunt.Gaaaaaaggaaaagagagaagagagagagag..........her cunt just op...ned up all over my foot and swallowed my toes deep inside her as she spasmed in orgasm. She was gagging all over herself. My cum was dripping out of her lips onto the floor. Her cunt just drenched my foot as she screamed in orgasm.As I was relaxing in my wonderful climax, I realized some of my thick and slimy cock juice had dripped off her lips. Or rather, being made love to by her older selves.“You know that—?” Alex broke off to listen, cocking her ear toward her parent’s bedroom. Her bedside clock read 11:32 PM, too early a time, really, to be attempting something like this. A better idea was when she had the house to herself, nights that Mom worked late shift at the hospital, and her dad was out of town on business. Tonight, both were home.Younger-Alex turned to listen, as well. She’d surprised Alex 2 weeks ago in another respect:. The buildings ranged in color from pink to an almost pure white. It was a very clean town.The once hazy sky was now a brilliant blue. I learned that the city was known as a place where folks came to be married. It was very evident why that was true. At almost every turn there was a setting worthy of a wonderful wedding photo.It was beginning to get late and I wanted to be well rested for my lady in the morning. We headed back, stopping at a barbeque stand along the road. The meat was very good. Trying to look like a keen candidate for the office, whatever it was, I sat up straight and replied, ‘Yes, Madame.’ ‘Ah, is he not a pretty young man, Meester Buggs?’ ‘Humph.’ ‘Do you not think he would suit us most admirably?’ ‘Humph.’ I had expected some of that self-important but quite pointless cross-questioning that most prospective employers like to indulge in. It does nothing to help select the right person for employment, but it does help the employer’s self-esteem. The Buggs ‘Humph’.