I held the rag in front of his face. ‘Right?’ He started coughing and pushed my hand with the rag away from his face. ‘Yeah, no need to pus... it into my face, I could smell it perfectly from there.’ He chuckled. ‘You shouldn’t use turpentine by the way, that’s just toxic for the environment, my boyfriend made me a mixture of olive oil and sugar and maybe baking soda I think, I don’t know. It works just as fine turpentine, I’ll bring you the recipe next week.’ ‘I would love that.’ I said.. It was a struggle, but she managed to get his cock into the open. Damn, the thing was big. It was bigger than Mike's, and he'd assured her that he was bigger than average. She ran her palm up the underside of his shaft and was rewarded with a flow of clear pre-cum across her fingers."Suck it," said Ron. Once again Amy wondered where he'd learned all this. He sounded as if he told someone to tongue his dick every day. She looked at the flared head and broad shaft. There was no way that she was. Other than the experimental fun and games with her twin brother Jimmy and some covert fooling around with her married, middle-aged cookie sales clients, Cindy was unable to boast that she was the expert in either vaginal or anal sex because she was actually still a virgin in that particular skill set.She had found that even if she just gave the older male customers for her cookies a little taste of pussy or a little bit of loving action with her tongue with a pillow under her knees they would. Vivian thought that the picture looked like a classic BDSM whipping scene. Of course, no one would admit to that either, but the truth seemed obvious. And there were many other grisly tortures to contemplate. There has to be something wrong with a religion so fixated on these weirdly horrible deaths.But it wasn’t the distant past that bothered her the most; it was the strange, sexualized atmosphere now present at the school that really got to her. It seemed that most of her classmates, with the.