”“What, now?” She looked equal parts amused and scandalised. “But we just got going!”Smythe sat up, finding his old strength was coming back...to him. Two days ago, he’d been unable to do even that on his own. He gathered up Elsa’s tits and pressed his face into them, taking the nipples into his mouth one at a time and then tickling them with his mustaches. She squealed at the sensation, but hugged his head to her chest, happy to let him continue.“I’m going to go,” Smythe began, staring into her. When his mouth circled my cock once more, I blew my load again. He quickly feed it back to me.When I came, Juicy cried out. "Oh shit! Papa! I - I can't -!" His voice caught and I felt him shoot several jets of jizz deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me. "Oh God, papa - Boss, your arse is so sweet. It's like you squeeze the cream right out my hose!" He kissed my neck and rubbed his face against it. "Cricky, I love you!"I ignored that. Most guys love anything when they come. "Cutie - you know. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his whole life. She was his Soul Friend, as the Gaels said. There in the pale gray that still fought against the sun’s rays, she was an angel. He leaned forward, his beard scathing her cheek as he planted a gentle kiss on each of her eyelids. He saw them flutter gently before she pulled them open, still drunk on the nectar of dreams. ‘Mmm, Ian?’ Jill mumbled sleepily, turning to face him, her sleepy eyes clearing and becoming brighter by the moment. He. “Get your ass out here.” I toweled myself off, marveling at the sensation as the air cooled my denuded body. All of my body hair was gone except for a tiny patch above my now useless package. I wrapped the towel around myself and returned to my living room. “In here,” she called, and I followed her voice into my bedroom. Arrayed on my bed were the dress, a slip, a bra, and a pair of pantyhose. She was holding a pair of panties in her hands.She tugged at the towel and it dropped to the floor. My.