“Are you fishing for compliments?”“Why, is that what you see?” She laughed, her voice slightly slurring. “Compliments? I mean, when you see ...e. Tell me! You have to.”“Well… I guess you’re kinda cute.”“Uh-huh,” she smiled, gesturing impatiently for him to continue. “Go on.”“You’re really… putting me on the spot, here,” Brian chuckled uneasily. “I don’t wanna make anything weird. Not between us.”“Nothing’s weird here,” Emily insisted, shaking her head. “And nothing’s gonna get weird. It’s you and. I had come so far and didnot want to mess it up now. The night finally came and we met for dinner. Susan worea black strapless dress, with a strand of pearls.Underneath, she wore only thong panties and thigh topstockings. Her boob job prevented her from needing a bra.We finished dinner and went upstairs. Terry did afantastic job fucking Susan that night. He brought her toseveral orgasms before he entered her with his condom-clad cock. I still remember seeing Susan going down on his blackpole.. I begged :"Please darling!"She knelled down, started to lick my penis building more sexual tension and have me begging her you to take it her mouth…which what was exactly what she wanted.Her hand gains its grip on my shaft, pointing it straight up toward her face, and she lick over my right testicle. Slowly and carefully take it into her soft mouth and lick all over it. Then did it the same for my left. Playfully lick figure-eights around my balls... up between them... down the right... up. You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and.