. the shouted congratulations and, from a couple of the junior high school kids who had been invited, "You'll be sorr-eeee." The reception line -- a n...ver- ending line of faces and kisses and mouths uttering words she couldn't comprehend. The cutting of the cake. Everything all blur. Then Mrs. Martini again -- removing her gown -- helping her dress in a new tweed suit for travelling. A corsage being pinned to her coat.Then Dick again... meeting her in the hallway of the second floor outside her. The girl’s hair had been dyed a metallic blue, and she was pierced all over; her nose, her lip, her navel, and the lips of her pussy. They knelt. The male’s cock was hard, and the girl held it in her hand. “Speak,” I allowed. “i am ursula, this is warren. Our Masters told us to perform. Can we baptize your slave?” I thought it over for a bit. “You may. Of course, since she is a virgin, you may not use her pussy, but you may do whatever else you would like. she is called banshee. Do as they. “You’re so wet, baby… I’m so glad you’re enjoying this, sweetheart.”Rebecca was enjoying herself immensely, stroking her father’s hard cock meat while his fingers drilled in and out of her pussy. Her sweet daddy worked his fingers faster and deeper, forcing her pussy to ooze juice out from between her clasping vagina, while she moaned aloud."Ooohhh, God!” she whimpered, grinding her hot, slippery crotch up around his plunging digits. "Do you like playing with my pussy, Daddy?” "Fuck, yes!" he. "Thursday night on the Midway was always pretty busy. Seemed like everybody in town showed up right around dinner time, though carnival food never sounded like a good family dinner to me. Barb and I quickly had our hands full with other students, parents, and younger kids who all wanted to play our silly booth game. It was just a variation on your standard ring toss, but I think one of the guys had cut the pegs too short or something because nobody was having any luck that night. Not that our.