Neither was her answer. She wanted it splattered all over her chest. She flipped over, and I grabbed the oil. Between her luscious tits, I slid my thr...bbing rock hard cock. Leaning forward a few time for her to suck it all in. Then back to her chest. Still, I was on the edge, but out of reach. She talked to me, hoping to feel the warmth rush out onto her chest, and neck. I mumbled out that I wanted to cum inside her! When I moved down, she was already soaking wet. I slid in with no. I hate me. " That's... That's where I got lucky." Shawna leant forward, pulling Yvonne's hands gently into her own, forcing the taller girl to hold her head up. "I had people — someone — who'd never look down on me." Marcus." Exactly." I don't see any handsome lovers waiting on the horizon to sweep off my feet," Yvonne pointed out."Marcus didn't... Marcus helped me find my self-respect, but that was long before we got together. He was my friend for a long time before I could open myself up to. Likemost authors, I write exactly the type of story that I like to read...sowhat if I base too much on the transformation...that is the part thatinterest's me. I try to tie up everything in some way, by the end.Most readers enjoy filling the gaps of any story with their imagination,and that's exactly what I depend on. It is no attempt to insult anyone'sintelligence nor try to convey that I am better or worse than another...there are just those who enjoy my style of writing, and then thosethat. I rolled onto my back and felt both women attack my pussy lapping and licking at the fountain that was my pussy. I lay there unable to move, nothing going through my head I just felt blank yet cozily warm on this large lamb’s wool rug as the fake log fire cast its heat over us all. From a long way, back in my memory I remembered the portrait. I started to move apart from our threesome,“We need to find Jake, to see how he is getting on with the portrait!”Slowly we all dressed and Lady Anne gave.