I hadn’t touched the tip of his shaft when his thrusting hips couldn’t be easily controlled any longer. Using only my tongue, I made a final circl... around his hard throbbing manhood, licking him up and down as I would a most treasured sweet treat. Juices were beginning to flow from his tip as I squeezed my full breasts around his fullness and let my tongue just flick over the head. My mouth eagerly suckled all the juices that flowed while his hips thrust. Feeling him starting to swell, I let. " I said as I gazed at her wet snatch. "Its no problem really." She said. Our eyes met as she looked to see what I was looking at. "You naughty boy, you ought to be ashamed! She teased. "Staring at you old aunt's twat, I never!" I couldn't really tell if she was genuinely mad or not. "Uh...I...um....I'm sorry, I wasn't...I mean..." I stammered. "It's OK honey, really." She said. "It's been a long time since a man has looked at me there, or anywhere for that matter." I could feel my blood. For a general overview of the CHYOA's appearance, see GeneralIf you want to publish content on CHYOA, please read the CHYOA Rules first.You can start your own story (see Create a story) or add to existing stories of you or other authors. (see Add a Chapter / Edit Chapter for more information)If you have other questions, see the FAQs or contact a moderatorYou can also visit the CHYOA Forum where you can discuss stories, give your feedback about the site, or hang out with readers and writers.. Ed had recovered by then and shot the one farther away from Jane. Jane fired both barrels again, and blew away a lot of her target's chest.The man wounded in the leg tried to shoot at Jane, but Ed put a bullet through his chest and diverted his attention, permanently. The man wounded in the neck was suffocating because the ball had passed through his windpipe and collapsed it. Neither Ed nor Jane knew what to do for him, so they just stood there and watched him die.By now, both of the buckboard.