I pulled him closer to take off the pressure. I had my hands around his waist as it curved in and moved them up and down. I placed one on his ass and ...he other. His pants were low so I helped him with his boarder shorts and reached his tight boxer briefs where I could feel his soft smooth ass almost between the thin fabric. He wore red low-rise boxer briefs, a color that just draws the eyes. He was little taller than me and him on top of me felt a little unnatural to him, so once he was only in. Through this gate all became his as knowledge flowed into him, voices on the bitter winters wind. Raven now experienced the world as she, the bridge granting to him the word as her senses did interpret. This new wonder filled him with emotions not his own as her life now his in every detail. The vivid experience sending icy chills down his spine. A frightening bond to such passionate lusts that he welcomed. The hungry desires of her immortal soul still yearned beyond depths dare tempted by. She was overjoyed. “I know a doctor who will do them without asking too many questions, straight away. I’ll make an appointment today.” Meanwhile our sex life was great. Jamaal had taken a real shine to Caz. He had asked her out and they had a great time. I always got the whole story from Caz when she got home, while I cleaned Jamaal’s cum from her freshly fucked pussy. We had sessions with some of the Man Oh Man dancers, and we had one memorable session with all twelve of them. We were full of. I tried to get her into the sack, but she said she didn't want to fuck because she wanted her puss to look pristine the next day. She knelt and said she would blow my tiny tail, which she almost never did, and swallow my pecker snot. I bared it for her and she gobbled it up. When her fingers drifted to the crotch of her jeans, I warned her she'd better not be sinful with herself or her love place would be bright red on Saturday morning. "I wanna fuck so bad!" my uptight, Sunday school teaching,.