Her legs were stretching.She lifted her legs to see how long, shapely and beautiful they hadbecome.She could barely concentrate.She sat up while moani...g and purring.She childishly shook her, now platinum blonde, hair around with glee.Her thick long hair flowed freely through the air and shone against thelight. She ran her thin fingers through it with extreme pleasure.Yet another wave of euphoria rippled through her body.She moaned in ecstasy.Louder.Louder!LOUDER!At the height of it all...She. I tongued the underside of his shaft as I continued to stroke him, then moved my tongue over his tip. He grunted again and began to pant.I alternated flicking my tongue over his tip to capture the pre-cum leaking out and licking and sucking on the ridge underneath his head. I’d never been this turned on from giving a blow job. I felt like I could cum without even touching myself. His grip tightened in my hair on either side of my head as he began to thrust harder into my mouth.I pulled off of. Alex, still stunned, is brought back to reality when Allison pulls him into her arms and kisses him on the lips. Holy Shit thinks Alex. I should have moved sooner! Then, in a voice filled with anguish Allison says "All those years ago I thought you were an immature asshole. Now, I just think you are immature! All kidding aside, I am going to miss you, Alex Thomason. Your friendship has meant more to me more than I ever thought possible. Have a good life. Find happiness where you can, find love. "Tom was incensed. "Jane! Don't you dare join these two in doing me down. I may love them, but they keep kicking me in the pants." Only in the rear, darling. What is in the front of your pants has value for us ladies."Jane was amused. "He is like the curate's egg, then: 'good in parts'?" Not quite, Jane," Tom was quick to point out. "The curate's egg story implies that the egg was bad all the way through, and the curate was afraid to say so to his host the bishop, so used the phrase. It comes.