Ron shuddered as he braced himself against the side of the stall. With practice, Myrtle had learned to minimize the cold feeling her protoplasm genera...ed in contact with flesh, so to him it felt as if a live, warm willing tongue was currently caressing the underside of his scrotum. Myrtle liked to tease him, keep him as close as possible before she pushed him over the edge, almost to the point of discomfort. She was in top form today as she gently sucked on the reddened head with just the. "That sounded almostpainful?"She squirmed a bit, "I've got something sort of painful to tell you, Harry." Shemoved the damp glass around on the table in little wet circles, looking as ifshe were steeling herself up to tell him something awful.The one thing he could think of was that she wanted out, that he made her crazywith wanting to get away from him. He kept his face straight and glanced aroundthe busy restaurant. "Take your time, Barbie. Make it easy on yourself," he saidin an even voice.. My pussy is so hot and wet. Reaching down I rub my clit, just like the way you taught me to, the way that makes my pussy soaking wet, you love to watch and listen to how wet I get. I am perfectly sensitive and needy.I tuck my neck down and open my mouth waiting, I need to taste you. You stroke up and thrust between my tits right into my hot, wet, waiting mouth. I align the rhythm of my moans so that your cock slides through my tits and hits the back of my throat. You moan against my humming. I didn't want to seem like a spoil-sport, so I made up some whoppers for the Preacher about how I was getting my female parts used by a pair of brothers what already had wives of they own.He kept wanting more and more details until I remembered one of my brother's girlie magazines and I tole him they poked me in my bottom as well. Hell's Bells, that preacher man like to blow a fuse and whomped my poor bottom with his belt so hard that I still got some marks back there even thought I got no.