Magnificent, fucking magnificent the way your erection is poking out a right angles to your body. “Do you like the girls icy fingers teasing it? “...ow I want you to put some ice in your mouth and lick my thighs, then my cunt while the girls watch. “That is so good, hot and cold, so fucking good, I love it, wonderful foreplay.” Libby moans as the girls are rubbing an ice cube over her large, erect nipples, then licking and sucking them.“Both of the girls have wanted to watch me fuck you all week. "I thought you were trying to split me open. Is everything all right? Have I done something?" Everything is fine." He assured her. "You are wonderful! I was feeling a little rambunctious and thought I'd give you a treat." I would call it a little angry!"Sunday morning, Elton was still sleeping, when his mother knocked on his door telling him breakfast was almost ready. Unwashed, he slipped on cotton shorts and T-shirt. He climbed the stairs, still in a somewhat sleepy state, to the kitchen. ‘Tick tock goes the clock.’ she thinks. Her mind swirls with a million memories, a thousand opening nights, a thousand entrances, but never like this. Not like this. She turns to face her audience. This is such a special night. This is a gala night. A command performance. No tickets. No posters. No critic will write this up in tomorrow’s paper. This is her night, hers. Her audience. Four chairs face her. Four empty chairs. These are her audience, here by invitation. Here in spirit. Here in. It just took a bit of energy. Tonight energy was not a problem for me, I was full to bursting. Simon had literally gushed energy into my cunt and again into my "baby sweet cheeks." I grinned thinking of Simon's interest in probing my posterior and how shyly I'd complied. How unladylike, indeed, I thought. Oh, how they all like to think that they're the first one to suggest that to a girl. I'd perfected my shy-shocked-coy-maybe-interested face some 70 years ago. Simon wouldn't remember me, they.