I lubricated my hands with it, taking a moment to lick some from my finger, closing my eyes to savor the taste. I began stroking his cock with one han... as my other massaged his heavy orbs, taking care not to wake him just yet. This is so much fun! I thought with glee. You know what to do. My lecherous counterpart answered. I grinned. My lips trembled with excitement as I lowered them to his head, my mouth watering. I carefully wrapped my lips around his crease, making sure my grip was air-tight. I closed my eyes and imagined what these savages would do to me if I stepped outside without a top for a second...I imagined them pinning me against a dirty brick wall.I imagined them hoisting my legs with an evil leer on their face....The horn blared again, insistently. I faintly heard the yell but didn't hear exactly what he was saying.I snapped out of it, and shook my head. Silly girl, I thought to myself as I pulled the loose and silky floral print top over my ample bosom before sliding my. Marcus was torn between fatigue and the residual arousal from the nightbefore. Her pussy grew wet again in spite of her conflicted feelings. Andthen she felt her cock swelling to fill Tiffany's waiting hand. Tiffanygripped it firmly.It was that sensation that really woke Marcus up. She flipped off thecovers to look at herself, and saw that her once horse-like appendage washuman-sized once more."What did you do to my dick?" she shouted. "It's so small!"Tiffany laughed. "Okay, first? It's eight. “Anita wakes you with a fuck?” asked a curious Caroline.“Well, not quite a fuck,” admitted John. “But Saturday or Sunday, she usually wakes me with a blow job, and then maybe we fuck.”“Maybe?”“What can I say? Some mornings I just want a blow job.”Caroline giggled and shifted slightly, parting her legs. Reaching further down, she began to lightly scratch her fingernails along her guest’s cock as it pistoned in and out of her slick tunnel.John gave a low groan of pleasure. “Ohhh. And some.