“You are a doctor, aren’t you?” “That is correct,” Darnell said. “I hold a Ph.D. in psychology from USC.” The man gulped and hooked a ...inger behind the knot of his matching red plaid bowtie. “I-I’m sorry. I knew you were a marriage counselor, but…” Darnell gave him a reassuring smile. “That’s quite all right. Not all marriage counselors are doctors of psychology. I can understand your confusion.” Mrs. Flatberry was quite a looker, Darnell thought. Long blonde hair. White wrap-around dress. It had all happened too quickly to try and hold back, so when Amonas pushed him down the tubing he tried to follow his advice: he held his arms stiff to his body and started counting to thirty.The tubing angled downwards pretty soon and Hilderich felt he was riding a children's slide, with the slight difference that the end of the slide was nowhere in sight, and mad, possibly delusional, quite certainly heretic thugs, were shoving you down into one.Hilderich heard a splash echo dimly in the. Would she … but she had said clearly enough that her choices before midnight would not have anything to do with her final choice.Willem kissed the side of her neck tenderly, under her ear; then his mouth went down to her breast; to her nipple, which now disappeared inside his mouth. Willem sucked her nipple slowly and Ingrid let him do as he pleased. Willem’s mouth moved to her other nipple, then upwards again over her other breast; her neck up to the ear, and finally Willem very softly bit her. Soft, delicate and slightly open. I smell her gently and hear her whisper down at me, “Dylan, the next five minutes are yours, fuck me!”I stick my tongue deep in her cunt and her taste blows me away. I can’t get enough of her soaking wet cunt. Realising there was more to taste I looked at her asshole. A beautifully crinkled, dark asshole. It was so neat and tight. I sniffed and licked continuously for a minute or two. Getting drained in spit I hear her say, “Finger fuck my ass deeper!”, she.