Forcing herself onwards, ignoring her extreme embarrassment and humiliation, Louise once more started the rhythmic action that fed her lust. She felt ...he surges of desire spread throughout her body as she reached the point of no return. Her orgasm was upon her, and she could not, must not, stop.Louise fell to her knees, and this time the men did not stop her. It was as if her whole hand had disappeared inside her slit. She wanted to come, oh how she wanted to come!"Yes, oh, yes. F..U..C..K. For the next several minutes I alternated between making out with Chani and focusing on her tits. She was lost in lust and passion, unable to speak, communicating only through her moans of pleasure. For my part, I was lost in the satisfaction of giving her pleasure. Eventually, a subtle but familiar tang wafted its way into my nostrils, Chani was obviously wet. The heady musk of her womanhood was inviting, almost too much so. A vision of kissing my way down her abdomen as I tugged her PJs down. Walking over to the doorknob looked down at his paws realizing something. Paws aren't really designed to open doors.Rearing up on his hind legs he balanced himself against the door as he tried to open it. Using both paws he tried use them to turn the thing, but they kept slipping.There was simply no way to grip with them. He thought about using his mouth but the thought of spit all over it didn't appeal to him.The desire to get out overwhelming he felt something stretch inside him, but it. Then he smiled, “I'm feeling a little blue, myself.” he showed Bill the blue carnation in his hand. Bill the ever courteous gentleman offered to refresh his drink. Tom introduced himself and sat down accepting Bill's invitation. As the drinks came, Tom and Bill exchanged chitchat during which Tom found out that Bill was 60, wrote erotic stories under a pseudonym and was new to this kind of thing.Tom excused himself for a moment and used his smartphone for a few minutes before turning his.