'Do you like Auntie's titties, darling?'He swallowed, unable to speak, and slowly nodded dumbly, still staring at them.'Come and give Auntie a good mo...ning kiss, then!'He moved towards her, and she dropped her breasts and put her hands on his slim shoulders, pulling him closer, and covered his mouth with hers. He lips were slightly parted, and she worked them on his, kissing him lightly several times, and then with increasingly longer kisses, taking first his upper and then lower lip between. As we lay there his hand wanders down to my breast tweaking my nipples, still with my arms held above my head, his hand travels again down to between my legs, he finds my rosebud clit and starts to rub gently but picking up speed I start to moan softly arching my back. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes as Professor McDonald starts using his tongue on my nipples still rubbing at my clit, slipping a finger in my slit. He releases my arms and unbuttoned his denims, pushing then down letting. .. whenever I'm expecting a romantic evening with one of the girls!Oh, thank you, Sula!" I assure you," Sula smiled wickedly, "I'll be tickled pink just thinkingof you wearing those panties! Bye now, Sweet."The two women kissed again, and I knew that now it really was time toleave the panties and get back into my own body. I concentrated, and onceagain, felt my mind begin to lift free of the undies. And thenAnd then Leona softly broke wind.The sudden acrid odor, overpowering this close, filled. Raping, pillaging, and burning innocent towns. Did God drop these creatures on their heads or did some wiring get crossed in their fragile simple brains? Still Humans worshiped the art of killing and death. What’s so poetic about men bleeding out and soiling themselves? What’s so musical about people crying out for their mothers or a merciful deity as their guts spilled onto the ground, soaking it with their filthy blood while their families or comrades watch in horror? I must be tone deaf..