As she pumped with him, she imagined that each thrust brought both of them back to life. Glinda felt the petals spreading open as she fingered herself...faster to keep up with the imaginary Prince’s speed. Like a fire in her belly, the flames licked her opening. If sex were only magic, it could bring Daddy back to life and make up for his never being there, make up for her whole childhood wasted on a mother who didn’t love her and whose eyes were always coated with alcohol and couldn’t even see. The blastedwoman was right too, they did fit better.Bethany unscrewed a bottle of yellow nail polish and began applying itwith great care, "I want to see how this looks. I've got a yellow dressthat I'm thinking of wearing to prom, but I don't know if this colour isa bit much." She got me to blow on my right hand when it was finished,"this is nice. You know, it might not be too bad having a little sisteraround, even if it is a weird one like you. So I hear you had a fight inschool today?" Who. Hearing a muffled "Cameron" snapped his mind back into place, got him thinking about whether there was even a jewelry box at all; whether this girl just had a blue-collar husband who spent too much on his woman. He hoped so: hoped the fool found out his girl had been unfaithful; hoped he had the imagination to picture his wife head down, ass up; fucked from behind, on their marital bed.Just then, Jennifer grabbed his right hand, enmeshed in her silken hair, and pulled herself free. "Don't cum. CRACK!Although she was blindfolded, Linda?s eyes got big as saucers as the whip bit into her butt. And the blow also forced her to lurch forward, driving the double dong deep into hers and Carol?s pussies. Pain and pleasure. CRACK! This time is was Carol on the receiving end. And just like Linda, the blow forced Carol to drive the dong deeper into their pussies. Like Linda, Carol felt both pain and pleasure. Suddenly she wanted another lash to thrill her love box. CRACK! This time when.