Karen put her hands on the bed and started bobbing on his big cock and Frank told her to try to get it all down her throat. Soon as she gagged he told...her to relax and breathe through her nose this time. He put his hands on her head and Karen hates when I do that and won't let me. I was surprised when she didn't stop him and Frank pushed her down until she gagged and sputtered and held her there. He let her up and she coughed and then licked the head of his cock as he told her she almost had it. She was rising to meet me, wriggling slowly into my throat. Her headiness tasted on my tongue, once more. I felt her fondle at my hair, asking me up and off, then she steered and persuaded me a little further down. I could smell that, fucking smell.That I’m awake now, thank you, fucking smell.The one that gets into your blood and grabs a hold of your shoulder blades, and ooomf, your whole body tenses with life, fucking smell.I breathed her in and found the desire to taste her, right there, on. My legs were spread apart and fastened to the end of the table. Fingers were inside me, making me feel sensations I had never felt before. I wanted the dream to go on forever, I had never felt anything like this in my life. More hands on me, more fingers in me, please don’t stop. I could feel someone’s mouth attack my cunt, ravaging it while I was begging inside please please keep going. I had feelings come over me, waves upon waves of orgasms, all the while I was being fondled and eaten. Soon. Afraid she’d fallen from the ladder he’d set up for her to use while painting up around the ceiling, he tried the door, and found it open. Loud music assailed his ears. The strident repetitive synthesizer notes of Won’t Get Fooled Again, by the Who, came blasting out of her room, as he walked toward it. It was almost time for the famous “YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHAHHHH” to come in, that many people could never quite figure out, because the organ pulsed all over the place, repeating some phrases. She hit.