" Should we pack a lunch?" she asked."Not if we're going to Central Park. We can get something from thestreet venders and we should have something fo... the girls." Of course they will get hungry. I assume Cheerios and bottles of milkwill do." Dress in a short skirt or shorts. It should be a warm day," Isuggested. "How about you with the change?" What about it? I mean I was Bob, but I was lonely, even with having allof you around much of the time. I had no family. Now I have Lionel asmy. The orgasms had been potent. It had been almost a week since Gina had come — she’d only masturbated twice since she’d been with Olivia last, both in one night — and the spanking had really gotten her motor revving. Olivia smiled up at her, knowing that she’d done well. She now had a new set of fingernail marks to add to the ones Mimi had given her.Grasping Olivia’s arm, Gina stood her up and led her to the bedroom. There Gina lit a candle and began to rummage around in her bedside table,. He was moaning, and he replies with a lusty “Yes, baby.” She slid her hand down her stomach and started playing with herself.“Talk to me, Claire,” he said, “say dirty things.”“Am I doing I good job, Master?” she asked, pumping him with her hand. “Don’t you want to cum all over her. C’mon, gimme a shower of your sperm. I’ve been wanting you so bad all day.” She took a second to bob her head up and down his shaft a few times. “I’m playing with my clit, right now,” she told him, “imagining your. Carthalo, feeling that her orgasm had subsided, began to thrust even harder, sending his seven inch rod as deep inside of her as it would go. He kept this up, steadily increasing in pace and ferocity until he was pounding away at her. They writhed all over the bed, a tangled mass of limbs, grunting and moaning and crying out in pure ecstasy until at last, Carthalo felt a wave of pleasure roll through his cock and with a low growl, he shot his seed deep into her eager pussy. Lydia moaned, loudly.