I pressed forward and it slipped right in. Just like that. The glorious sensation was only heightened by the knowledge of what I was doing to my own s...ster. A soft hum of satisfaction issued from Ellen and I pushed in deeper until I was fully inside of her warmth. She felt so tight and slippery around me that all I could do was to hold her firmly by her delicate waists and start thrusting slowly, hungry for each delicious caress.“My god, that’s so incredibly hot, Ellen,” said mom. She had left. I couldn't believe how fast, and accurately, Sandy could put those ballsacross the plate. I stood there for a number of pitches, before I tookmy first swing, and missed. I swung at the next five pitches, alsomissing. But, I connected with the next one, but it went foul. And, theymade me chase after the ball.Again, a few swings and misses, before I was actually able to connect,and hit one right to Beth. Sandy yelled at me, "That's better." Itfinally got to the point that I could hit a few of her. It is an Shakalu tradition to pour gazelle blood over your chosen mate, and I was eager to participate. My thin lipped, puckered, lap flounder secreted large doses of fluid, and was yet to even be touched. Jafu was quite the tease. For hours upon hours he would tenderly lick up and down each of my legs, to my breasts, slowly spreading the blood upon each sector of my aching body. It was nearly midnight now, I arrived at 6pm. His turgid member loomed over my female counterpart. “Beautiful things. That's a much better position, isn't it?" Did he put just the slightest emphasis on the word position?April was still feeling the nervous flutter. In fact, it was stronger now. Maybe nervous wasn't really the right word. Anxious? A little jittery. And warm. Was it the little room getting warmer? Probably.She looked up and down his body. As he shifted slightly, his muscles played before her eyes.Swallowing, she said "Okay." Her voice breaking slightly.She could clearly hear his grin as he added,.