His balls contracted against my nose. His shaft squirmed. Semen floodedinto my mouth, my tongue danced in the stream. My cheeks bulged with theliquid ...nd in one effort I swallowed his entire load, still staring, stilldancing, still stroking. Then it got soft and I pulled my lips off of his mushroom head. My corallipstick still evident at the base of his cock. He smiled. I just blanked. God it tasted sooo good. "Did it work?" he asked. I just stared at him, with a streamer of cumconnecting my. " What's it going to be like?"Her father smiled at her. "There'll be a lot of men in business suits, standing around drinking coffee and making boring speeches about how wonderful it is," he said. "It's one of those things I don't want to go to, I have to go to. And, I have to leave pretty soon. Can I depend on you to get you and Henry on the bus?" Sure, Daddy," Tiffany said."Henry," Mike said, "No TV until you're all the way ready to go, except for putting your snowmobile suit on. All right?". Her pussy was as clean as a whistle (I saw that phrase in a book once), and it certainly looked perfect to me. She had the classic Camel toe with no sign of her inner lips or her clit. All I could see was her two very puffy outer lips with a pristine slit separating them. I had heard from some of my friends who considered themselves to be very sophisticated on the subject of pussies that a woman who did not have her inner lips at least showing a tiny bit just had to be too young to appreciate. Fancy meeting you here.Morgana: That’s not answering my question, damnit... Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just.