I was so wet. My eyes were on Frode’s cock as he stroked it. I wanted him and I wanted Bobby. I looked right at the camera as Bobby chewed my nipple.... Pulling my pussy lips open, I gave Frode a very intimate view. I mouthed, “Fuck me,” at the camera.Frode pointed his penis at the camera, offering it to me. I could feel him stretching me with that beautiful monster. My knees bent and parted. I longed to be fucked. I forced four fingers into my wanting pussy. Still, I needed more. My thumb joined. I held out my arms and she fell into them."Promise me just one thing?" she sobbed."Anything." Don't treat me like I'm a child," she begged. "I'm 19 years old, my parents are dead. My boyfriend is an uncaring Philistine ... and I'm sooo horny!" I picked her up and she squeaked ... I'd goosed her with one of the blanks. " Get me inside and go put the damn things in the Artifacts Tent. The professor can have two shocks in the morning. And don't peek."I pushed open the tipi door and carried her. Poised on the brink of adulthood, only eighteen years old, uncertain, uncomfortable within the confines of his own body, once more he stood at the door of Mrs Beadle’s emporium, overwhelmed by the scent of flesh that seemed to spill from the windows and into the street, ripe and rotting. As he hesitated, he received a blow to the head before his father snatched at his shirt collar and dragged him through the front door and through the hallway. He stumbled as he tried to wrench himself free. "Ready, Luke? Trish pushes off the edge and I follow close behind. Catching up, I grip her shoulders and dunk her. Though this time she comes up, pressing her backside into me. Her tan skin and toned body shimmer in the sun as the water cascades down every sexy, delectable curve.Giggling, Trish rubs her cute heart-shaped ass against my cock and turns to face me. Putting her finger to my lips she says, “Be quite, and listen.”“I know you have a crush on me for some time, and honestly, I have a.