" Shut the fuck up, Slut. Do it, Mr. Pink." Wait, don't start until I get a better hold. Okay, pull her panties down. I've got her." Stop kicking me, ...aggie." Don't touch me, Peter Slocum. I'll tell Randy to cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat." Call me Mr. Pink, and stop kicking." Denny, I'm appealing to you to stop Peter from ... stop ... stop ... stop!" I got them!" Good job, Mr. Pink. Stuff them in her mouth." Don't do that. Please don't. I'll be good. I'll be quiet." Okay,. She’d volunteered to sleep on the floor the previous night after having gotten a look at the sorry state of the room’s straw tick mattress. Sarette and Treya had joined her, leaving the bed, such as it was, for Katrin and Ellerie.The tiny inn they’d found in the village of Elmsford only had two rooms for guests, but it was worth it to stay indoors and get out of the biting cold. In the nine days they’d been heading south along the foothills, it was only the third time they’d found a village to. Paula and I moved reluctantly apart and walked through to the lounge. I could see that Gary was sitting on the couch next to Tiffany, his hands caressing her nipples; his hard cock was sticking proudly up. Paula took my hand and led me to the other couch. “Lets get ready to fulfil my fantasy.” She purred. She sat down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide, her pussy lips were smooth and puffy, and the sexual anticipation was starting to have an obvious effect on her. I wasn’t. Bent over, reaching my mouth, you’re kissing me in a totally passionate way. My hands slowly move over behind you, holding you softly as we kiss. You suck my lips a few times to get me all excited. Each time you come back with more vigor and intensity than the previous time, kissing me more strongly each time. One thing about us when we kiss, we absolutely don’t do it with a purpose to just arouse each other. We kiss because we love to kiss. And that’s why we always kiss a lot. Absolutely.