Is Wendy here?" Yeah," Our doomsayer opened a space for us to squeeze through. "She helping her mother with dinner. Wait on the couch. I am pissed off... Rod, but I'm patient enough to hear your story. Tell a good one, and you can join us. Tell the wrong one, and you'll be first course."We sat ourselves right down, eager to submit. If we had been dogs, we would have rolled on our backs. Rod answered, "I'm not going to lie, sir, but it was a crazy thing. I still don't know what happened, but this. .. well... maybe something like 'The Love Of Souls', by the Belgian painter Jean Delville. Here, I think I have a picture of it in this book." She went to a shelf and pulled down a thick book that was full of pictures produced by well known artists over the centuries. She thumbed through it until she found what she was looking for."Kind of like this one, though I might pose you a little differently. These people are standing, and I'm thinking of a couple reclining."Megan peered at the page.. Her cock had a rather more cannon-like than a cylindrical shape. The small head was red, the shaft being thin at the top and thickening toward the base.I began to suck that stone-hard schlong. With my right hand, I held that beautiful, huge and very hard cock while masturbating myself with the other. In my mouth: that huge schlong; in my head: how would I handle it all in my ass!Grazy, guessing my concerns, told me to let go and things would flow naturally, and to not be concerned about the. "You are unsure of yourself, and are wondering what your place is here, aren't you?"Justin stared at the psychic. A veil of the same material as the inside lining of the tent shadowed their movements beneath. They were wearing a sleeveless robe that had been moved strategically to uncover their crossed and bare legs, a single piece on either side flowing down between the crossed legs and blocked the remaining view. "Yeah," was Justin's short response. For a moment the psychic made a noise that.