Khan whimpered at Charlotte and padded to the meaty pussy that was being offered to him. Standing between her outstretched legs, he licked upward alon... her pussy crack, cunt-cream oozing out freely over his pointed snout. He slurped around in the steamy depths of her bubbling cunt.George's mouth dropped. He came closer, feeling Charlotte's tits and squeezing the pulpy meat. His prick throbbed again. Blood gorged his prick again, turning it once again into a piece of fiery steel.Charlotte leered. I just cannot call her anything but Cynthia. It’s an old fashioned name much like Barbara or Elizabeth, don’t you think? It’s akin to Priscilla or Pamela. I love names that have more than two syllables. Whenever you say a three or more syllable name, such as Allison and Melissa, it is like reciting poetry. Sorry, but I’m in love…with Cynthia. Her name reminds me of that girlfriend of Prince Charles, the one that he married after Princess Di died, Camilla Parker Bowles. Now, no one refers to her. She opened her mouth and white, thick come juice dripped to her chin. When the boy pulled his cock from her mouth, he rubbed his piss hole over her lips, sending a final squirt of come juice onto them.The fingers in her cunt and up her ass were removed, and before Denise had time to calm down, hands were all over her body. Through fuzzy vision she saw they were all girls. Girls feeling her up, girls kissing and licking at her flesh; her tits and come-wet mouth. Lips and tongues swirled like. "Thinking back to how close he had come to another full blown panic attackinside the store, Joe gripped his teacher Barbie close in the crook ofhis right arm as he pushed on the front of his dress again with the flatof his left hand to increase the tightness and hugging feeling of histraining bra. The combination of the close proximity of the tonegenerator in the doll paired with the hugging sensation helped Joe calmdown again as he breathed deeply and looked up at his Aunt before sadlynodding..