“I’m gonna cum,” I said warning Sarah. She didn’t flinch though. She only continued to bob up and down and swirling her tongue at the same t...me. “I can’t hold it any longer,” I moaned just before the first spurt of cum projected into Sarah’s mouth. She still never flinched and kept milking me of my cum. When I was weak in my knees and my balls were empty she stood up and licked her lips. Sarah must have swallowed my cum while I was filling up her mouth. “That wasn’t so bad. My friends. She had a serious case of cuntal-vision, where she could focus only on the sexual act playing out between her wide-spread legs.As Sherri thrust her fingers in and out, she was mesmerized by the dancing rings in Janet's pussy lips. Sometimes, they would drag on her fingers, pulling the lip along inside, other times they just wiggled along with the fucking rhythm, occasionally clinking together. Sherri delighted in how they behaved like tiny wind chimes, tossed around by her breezing. He had wanted to revisit that taste ever since, but had not had access to the ice that was required. After all, where in southern NMT could he find enough ice? He finally admitted that the only way he was going to get enough ice was to make his own!He remembered reading somewhere of a patent that had been issued about 50 years before describing a machine to make ice. Roland, in his usual determined fashion, set out to get a copy of the patent and build such a machine. He sent an order to the. Matthew took a cold strawberry popsicle from the small fridge behind the desk and handed it to Anna just to watch the way she ate it; he liked that a lot.She unwrapped it carefully, as if she might break it. He watched her small delicate hands work at the wrapper for a minute, before she slid it out from one end and then put it in her mouth.Matt stood behind the counter and leaned forward on his elbows slightly, smiling a little. She spoke about something, but he didn't really hear her, he was.