He never could figure out why.Heather, needless to say, looked just like Jennifer. She had short, light blonde hair though. No body really called her ...eather. Everybody mostly called her Stony. They called her that for a reason. Stony could be stone-cold mean when she wanted to be. Don't be mistaken though, she wasn't a snob or anything like that, she just had a temper that would make the devil bow down.She dressed in shredded blue jeans and tight t-shirts most of the time. Stony didn't really. As she parted Hazel’s labia she saw that Mitsumi had been working on the inner labia and clitoris as well, turning them into a body for Paul’s butterfly on Hazel’s outer labia. Again Mary felt very jealous. But, she thought, was she jealous of Hazel’s pain, or of the fact that Mitsumi had been holding Hazel’s most intimate places? Hazel started to moan softly, and spread her legs further. She reached out and touched Mary, tracing the outline of Mary’s butterfly with her finger. “Oh, please. . there was no way for Rosalie to fix that. When she came back to her cave with an armful of herbs and moss, she smiled. She knew that he was going to live. A few pebbles had been moved and his arms were in a slightly different position than when she left him. He had stirred while she was gone; if he had the energy to make unnecessary movements, then he would be able to live. —————— Over the next couple of days, Rosalie battled his rising fever and cleaned his wounds to the best of her. I knew whatever she had planned would definitely be a treat.After her fantastic tongue show, Dawn guided my cock between her tits pressing it against her chest bone. Taking her tits between her hands, she wrapped them over my dick and started moving them up and down her chest, stroking my erection. The soft tissue pressed against my cock, accented by her body heat was setting my cock on fire. Every once in a while, she would lean her head forward and lick the tip of my dick as it appeared.