She tells me all the time. Sometimes I think you tell her what to say just to upset me." Give her a hug and a kiss for me. Not too much tongue, she's ...nly seven."I got a smack on the arm for that. I shook everyone else's hand and waved to all the taxis. It was Sunday noon, and I wanted to swim, but I still had my stitches. I asked the girls if they wanted to do anything, but they were to beat. I was stir-crazy, so I put on some shorts and walked over to the mall. There were a great number of. . like Marissa? I started to cut the phone off but stopped. Instead, I scrolled through the names and came to one marked "Al." It was thinly disguised to look like a man's name, but actually was the phone number of Michelle's friend Allison. The four of us had a still as of yet unplanned orgy pending and yet Allie had given me her number and told me that it was "just between us." I had kept the number but never did anything with it. Sitting there in the dark, glass of bourbon in hand, I. " That's why you felt the top of her penis and rubbed your "clit" toorgasm but your belly didn't feel filled. Not 100% vaginal replication,but a pretty good simulation, don't you think?" Kayla smiled shyly andnodded as Amelia continued, "There are two small stitches I'll have toremove, but say the word and in 30 minutes I'll have you back to whatused to be normal for you."She came over and gave me a big hug. Then she continued, "Be honest.Didn't you feel so much more like yourself this. Daisy moaned louder now. His tongue felt so good. Hot, rough, and never seeming to tire of her taste. He focused mostly on the folds of her labia, but sometimes he’d surprise her, licking to either side for a few errant dribbles of her sexual fluid. Daisy finding a rhythm to his service, managed to come to her senses for a few moments, looking up at her dog and seeing that once again his cock had slipped forth from its sheath, his red and white engorged member hanging lazily beneath his legs..