"Hello?" called Misty, cursing inwardly as her voice quavered, and nearly bolting as a tall dark figure slowly materialized in the doorway.Its feature... were hidden within the confines of a black hooded robe that was so dark that no light seemed to reflect off of it. The hand that the figure then held out to Misty, however, made her thankful that she couldn't see its face.The trainer gulped, staring at the skeletal hand as the over six foot tall grim sentinel waited with the patience of the. Enjoying the heat, the conversation, and especially the feelings that were coursing through her body. Then a question occurred to her, she looked over at her mother again. "Uh, Mom ... what's that like?" she hesitantly asked. "Having a guy, you know, lick you?" Mmmmm..." Angelique cooed, "it's one of the nicest feelings in the world. Imagine it, honey ... a wet, hot tongue touching you down there. Caressing the outer lips of your pussy, or sliding deep inside. It's the best part of sex for me.". LIfting his legs and pressing them against his chest, I slipped my cock into his hole. He gasped, in both pleasure and pain, and shifted to let me in deeper. When he was ready I started fucking him with long, smooth strokes, and with each one he let out a moan. My wife slid off the couch and knelt next to us. As Tom watched she started squeezing and pinching her nipples, and then reached for his cock. As soon as she took it in hand he started getting hard again. Meanwhile he slipped a hand. ..if you can."Arya tried to strike at him. She tried for hours, until the muscles in her body were sore and aching, all the while Syrio Forel clicked his tongue and told her what to do. Until finally, with a casual flourish, Syrio disarmed Arya's sword and, pulled her close, pressing his sleek and strapping body against her lithe frame. He moved so fast, she barely noticed that his sword was sheathed and his hands empty - save for her body leaning into them.She gasped as her hands steadied on.