Long, wet swipes of her tongue over and occasionally between Trina’s labia. And every upstroke brushed the hood then the clit slowly emerging from t...at hood.Cat giggled, “You don’t taste like ice cream. More like guacamole… I like guac!”Trina shook her head at the odd statement even as Cat returned to pleasuring the prima donna.Trina almost cried out when Cat slipped in. That tongue was everywhere and quick as Cat tasted and stroked the inner walls.Cat’s tongue was so quick, it felt, to Trina,. He was in a hurry to get started and wasn’t too worried about preliminaries. I felt his cock finding my hole. How big was he? How thick was he? These thoughts shot through my mind as, having located the spot, he wasted no time in thrusting into my sissy cunt in one sudden, savage movement. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. ‘Oh, fuck yeah, you’ve a tight hole. Clamp your cunt tighter, whore. That’s it. Yeah, you do what you’re told. I like that. I fucking love that. Don’t put your rates up. ”The following day I was at the Council headquarters, an unusual happenstance for me these days. I was there to assist in the emergence of two people into Mages, though as yet hadn’t been apprised of any details by Mage Zola’s Emergence office. That I could still port in was unusual in and of itself as the ability was usually removed when the Mage involved no longer had the right to access the bubble under the Earth where it floated around on magma tides ... for want of a better word. However,. My mom and aunt ran around topless as agreed and if they did have a shirt on their breast were always visible. I remember one shirt my aunt had Ohio State written on the front where the two Os were cut out for her tits to make their appearance. I didnt realize how lucky I was to see boobs when I was younger. Moms breasts were the same size as my aunts and they were bigger than most women I have ever known. I never saw mom or my aunt wear a bra much so the size is hard to tell about, all I know.