It gleamed in the moonlight adding to the eerie feeling in the air. Sometimes a bat would dare to fly over the pond and snatch some mosquitoes.The sli...ht breeze bore all of the smells of the jungle in it. Some were sweet some of decay and a few of the animals who forage at night. However this night the snake smelled something it had recently noticed. Again she was intrigued. It was alive and smelled like her favorite food, meat. So she began her movement back toward her pool. She had wandered a. "Mmm, that does feel good. Lick my asshole," moaned Lynne. “Lick it, Gary!” she yelledI was so happy that she was apparently into some kinky things, so I proceeded to give her butthole a good licking."Oh yes, yes, lick my ass! Lick my ass!" yelled Lynne. “Lick my ass!”After a few minutes of licking Lynne's sweet asshole, I pulled her off the Futon and brought her to her hands and knees on the carpet."It's about time," said Lynne while she wiggled her ass cheeks inviting me for another. I let her go and she slowly unbutton what was left of her open shirt, and she looked in my wardrobe for a shirt, i grabbed her and threw on the bed, she tried to get up and slammed her down and flipped her round and kissed her neck she kept trying to get up and i kept slamming her down, i ripped her bra off with my teeth and at this point she stop resisting, i turned back around and i kissed her and she started talking dirty, asking (how many pussy u licked with that dirty mouth) so i kissed. " Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong." You can't sleep. You're nervous. You smoke until you cough like you had T.B. Please, Allen, tell me?"He slumped heavily on the bed, pushing his face into his hands."I can't, Gwen. I can't. I don't know myself. I don't know why I keep thinking about it." About what?" Her voice was timid and shaky. She still remembered the pain when he had hit her that night, and instinctively reached up to touch the aching bruise."I don't want to talk about it, Gwen. A man.