” But Chrisanne was already moving them back, guiding Iris toward where she guessed the bedroom was. Her guess was good enough, so Iris closed her e...es and enjoyed the feel of that hot mouth on hers, the firm pressure of Chrisanne’s thumbs tilting up her jaw so she could nibble and suck her neck. Iris shivered, then winced when her shoulder hit a doorway. Her eyes flew open. Yes, the bedroom…this way. She guided Chrisanne past the guest bathroom and to the bedroom. She scrabbled backward with. Imagine your boyfriend having the lenth of the tube inside his cock burned the whole length inside him. No pee (or cum) will be able to come out of that dick for a month or more. He will have to go around with a catheter and a bag to catch his pee for that time, and several operations on his penus. Think of the embaresment. I can't understand why a person would connect his cock or her clit to the 110 volt plug. Connecting to a hi-fi speaker can be just as bad. One electrode is inside the. She paused ever so briefly to come up to take a couple of deep breaths; she then sucked down on his huge dick again, while she kept jacking on his shaft like crazy. Poor Raymond started rolling his head from side to side and moaning when I saw that huge thick black shaft start to throb and pulse. After a few seconds, he started pumping all that thick, hot, slimy fucking black dick sperm into my wife's eager hungry mouth…Anita could only manage to swallow his first stream before she had to take. The more people looked, the more humiliated she felt, and the more moist her pussy got. Suddenly, a man entered the room and begun to walk resolutely from the door in the back down the aisle and up to the front. As he did, everyone else (except Holly, of course), took their seats and settled down. The man took a position in front of and slightly to the side of Holly and began to speak in a strong, authoritative voice. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Samuel Hawthorne, but I prefer to be.