She mainly just appreciated the imagery of me ensnared in her ‘web.’ And my rigid cock was most certainly about to be enveloped by that hot, stick... web of hers. Her panties were soaked through; the sweet, musky scent filled the tiny room, sending another rush of blood into my straining cock. I sat down on the toilet seat, lifted her up, and she yelped quietly as she struck her head on the ceiling. Her flat stomach rippled with laughter. When I took a taut nipple into my mouth, that laughter. He could see her thighs rubbing together, unsure of whether it was her labored breathing or the arousal that his musk must have inspired.“I can feel your warmth,” she whispered, “so ... so rigid. W-why am I so drawn to this ... appendage? Why does your rushing blood entice me so?”The tip of her questing proboscis slipped beneath his foreskin, a pang of pleasure making him see stars as she grazed his glans. Harry reached down and gently eased her away from him, Holly reluctant to relinquish the. “I have no fight with you miss,” he said with a chuckle, “just wanting to converse with another one of us.” I let myself relax, but looked at him with my ability and found he was curious and friendly. “I must admit you startled me.” At that he raised his eyebrow but said, “If you would like my residence is but a block from here, then we can talk in comfort, or we could take a walk if you rather.” I thought about it, “We can go to your home.” I followed him into a modest house with a lush garden. After my parents dropped me off at the bus station, I boarded the bus and found that most of the front window seats had been filled up. The only seat that was completely empty was the one at the very back, the last row, on the left side. So I made my way back to it and settled in. I was happy that this bus was one of those luxury buses with tall seatbacks to rest your head on and plenty of leg room. The windows were tinted and had curtains you slide to cover up the windows. I had a bag pack.