I don't think I've ever seen that look before in my life. Larry looked as if his whole life was flashing before him, before he finished he was back to...being a toddler and crying like a bitch.Karen on the other hand just looked down the barrel and started begging. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME BILL! PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN".Well, being the 'loving husband' that I am I aimed the barrel Larry's balls. They were still attached to his cock which was still embedded in Karen."Karen, 'sweetheart, ' I'm not. “Nnnngggggrrrrrnng!!!” she said, or something like that. It was difficult to hear with her thighs clamped either side of my head as she came, writhing in ecstasy.It was a good long cum, and when she finished she looked down at me over her tits.“You are a naughty, naughty man to keep a girl hanging on like that. But God, I loved it! Believe me, though, I’m not going to hang around with you.”She didn’t.She moved herself down my body so that her pussy was over my cock and, using her hand to help,. Her damp wet moans and groans echoing as I slid my fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling her getting wetter with each thrust deeper.I wanted to taste her again, and I slid my way down, kissing and licking, leaving a damp snail-like trail behind me, and then repositioned myself between her legs. Alice caressed her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers and continued to sing,I continued to finger fuck Alice's pussy, as I kissed and licked my way up her inner thigh, the softness of. Nothing would ever replace my baby sister, but I would dedicate this guitar and every song I played on it to her.I didn’t make it to classes that afternoon. I stayed in the practice room making love to this beautiful guitar.I was still in the practice room when my girlfriends all showed up after school to see what happened to me. Cindy had told them at lunch that Vinnie had come with a guitar. I showed them the beautiful instrument and then had to rush to my viol lesson with promises that I.