“Baby, that’s still the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted.” We kissed, and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. ... I smiled and climbed on top of him. I rubbed his head along my still dripping slit. “Well, you’re still King of the Tongue,” I claimed. “Now it’s time to really fuck me.” I slowly slid down, impaling myself on him. My goodness, did his cock feel great inside of me. I bounced and grinded, and Ray’s. "And, by the way, they are only slightly smaller than you. While we're here for the holidays, feel free to practice a little on me yourself."I quickly found out that Miss Funston was a morning person. Before breakfast, every morning including Christmas day, I did all the disgusting things she wanted me to do. It left her looking dreamy the rest of the day. Afternoons, I'd spend an hour or two practicing on sweet Carolyn on our hill. I think she was spending a lot of her night-time hours helping. They both lay there for a second before Mark plucked up some courage. Reaching over to his side, following the sounds of Simon hand moving he slowly placed his hand up his thigh and took Simon's cock into his hand. A soft gasp escaped Simon's lips as Mark's hand slowly started working the shaft up and down. It wasn't bad either, probably about the same as mine, Mark thought, who was well endowed enough, probaly around the 5-6 inch mark. After about 10 seconds of Mark's hand slowly moving up and. Ms. Carrington was seated at her large L-shaped desk, with the side portion to her right occupied by a computer screen, keyboard and mouse, a printer, a telephone and two neat trays for paperwork. The long main expanse of the desk in front of the manageress was completely bare; this was clearly the woman’s habit, as on the previous two days when Sally-Anne had arrived, the only item in view had been the cleaning schedule of the rooms – clearly, Ms. Carrington was a woman who believed in.