I set to work at nibbling you, the flat of my tongue caressing your skin, raising tiny goosebumps over you. I took my time, savouring the moment, and...slowly worked my way over your face and lips, (oh, your luscious, plump lips! To this day my lips know your body map...the curve of your forehead, the slope of your delicate eyebrows, your finely proportioned nose, your high cheekbones and those lips that drive me crazy...) your breasts, (so beautiful and perfect...your nipples were a wonder to. At first I thought there was something wrong with it to make it move like that. Then I realized someone was moving it.”“Occam’s razor,” Dexter said. At her puzzled expression he said, “The least complicated explanation is usually the best explanation.”“Yesterday I sat down, and came up with a list of suspects.”Dexter asked, “How many names were on the list?”“One,” Samantha said.The woman on the Stair Master had to stop exercising, because she was laughing too hard to stand upright.“You could. “Oh Grob, you fucking nasty shit-slut…”Cum farted out of the creature’s gaping pucker (less puckered now) as Cordelia forced her to her knees, while her magically enhanced cock continued to spurt magically enhanced seed all over her pretty little froll face. White gooey strands of cum glued the creature’s eye shut. Slimy globules clung to her hair. She was completely destroyed.Cordelia slapped her cock against the froll’s cheek. “Clean me up, bridge-bitch.”Dazed, the creature tried to gaze up. As we talked we seem to have a lot in common and had a really good time. After dinner we headed to the bar and Geoff and Carol joined us. A couple of hours later Geoff said "Carol's tired so I'm taking her to our room" we said goodnight, and they left.It'd be an hour later and Donna said "Let's go up" as she said it Geoff re-appeared and said "I need another drink", so the three of us had another couple of drinks, and in talking Geoff told us how hard life was for him, but he loved his wife so.