Could you grab me one? Or maybe even three?”Ted knew it was only fair that she not both cook and have to pick the fruit. John was trying to figure o...t what to make for dessert, so he shouldn’t have to run around getting fruit either. So, Ted offered to go out and get a couple from the trees which supported the treehouse.John interjected an idea here. “Grab a couple of figs and I’ll make newtons ... maybe even ice cream. Well, maybe grab a dozen.”John’s fig newtons were well worth the extra. For him, her lovely tits, her ass, her delectable pussy and shameless mouth – whether in kissing or devouring his cock like now – were an irresistible turn-on.Eventually, Ben pulled a resisting Erika up before her mouth and wicked tongue could undo him. With her legs straddling his, he pulled her breasts to his mouth. As his teeth closed over her swelling-up nipples, his fingers dug into her straining buttocks to stop her from ramming her cunt onto his cock. Erika, in the grip of lust, would. Last night, Teresa fingered his butthole while she rubbed her self. If anyone wanted to see them both get off, as the other fingered their butt holes, then it had to be at least a hundred dollars. They made fifteen hundred dollars doing what they both needed to do before they could settle down to go to sleep. After they both pretended to be sick, the next morning, the witch left.Both were recovering from an extended session where they got each other off. The laptop camera zoomed in on George’s. Fabric.A dress.I point my sandaled feet and kick harder. It's blue and green, matchingthe waters around it, but I can definitely tell that it's a dress. Ipull closer and it seems to almost open up, inviting me. Like a giantflower, and I'm the bee. I swim right up under it, fit my arms into thearmholes, fit my head into the top, and I'm swimming downward in mybrown leather sandals and by blue and green dress.***Sighing.Sometimes you're in the middle of a dream that's so wonderful, you.