As it swells, your pole rises. I can tell that you’re getting more and more aroused. You spend several long minutes soaping up your shaft; slowly s...roking up and down. I hold my breath, as your thickness expands and your shaft stands up at full attention. My cunt gushes, when I see your hand slip under your ball sac. I know what you're doing. Even though I can't see it, I can imagine your long finger probing your puckered rear hole; first circling the entrance, and then pressing in and out. ”“They must have been a tough lot, for you to think of chasing and killing the wanderers.”“My girls are a tough lot indeed.”“Your girls?”“Yes. At that point, almost all my trained warriors were women. I was sure they could manage to engage that lot and win; but as I said, we would have lost one or two, so I was glad to defeat these wanderers by guile.”“You surprise me more and more as I hear from you, Chief. You have a belief in your training plans.”“I do, and I can do it here. I want to get. As the week’s available time grew shorter and shorter, Amy was more and more sure it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would make the inevitable moment Alex pinned her down and tore all of her clothes off even better. She wasn’t mad that he didn’t – how could she be? She even said once or twice that “maybe we shouldn’t do this,” and liked to play the innocent one of the two (a good choice on her end, as Alex was always the more blunt and forward. Ron brushed his tongue down the length of her folds. Then, carefully, took her clitoris between his teeth and massaged it with his lips. He brought his hands to her folds, opening her small vagina as best as he could, inserting his tongue and distractedly even his nose. His fingers slid in there as well, one after the other, in and out, slowly and quickly. Pansy took some sharp breaths, her body thrashing on the desks. Her legs closed around his head, bringing him even closer to her. Rons.