I hoped they were both off enjoying each other.As planned, I beckoned to Henry, and Camille and I walked to the bottom of the stairs to greet him. As ...et as my pussy was from Camille’s fabulous tongue-lashing, an even stronger sexual urgency struck me. I knew we were getting closer to the main event.We escorted Henry up the steps to the center of our stage, and the three of us stood there proudly. We started kissing and fondling him and noticed that his tent was becoming even more pronounced. I. What was he thinking?Suddenly fear swept over him.Did Facebook know what he was thinking?He couldn't explain the sudden sense of panic he felt. He had neverpersonally identified himself with a picture on Facebook before even whenit was a picture of himself.He had never felt present in a picture before, captured as it were, by thecamera.Just by thinking.... Just by thinking it, did it happen?He felt his hair, it seemed to be growing out and becoming blonder.And the lady in the picture's hair. I tried to push his thighs away but he knew what he wanted and soon I felt his cock feel as if it had double in girth and his dick head was filling my oral cavity tight. He pulled me tight to his crotch as I gagged and struggled to free my mouth, then with out a warning, save for a grunt, his dick head exploded and filled my oral cavity with jolt after jolt of his thick warm spooge. I struggled with only one thing to do if I was to breath, I had to try and swallow. Gulp after gulp, I struggled. I reach under your dress and tug at your panties. They slide down your legs and you step out of them. I lift the hem of your dress over your hips and lean against you. You can feel me through my pants. You wiggle your ass against my fully hard cock. I am still playing with your breasts. You reach behind and undo my pants. You pull them down enough for my cock to poke through my shorts. You grab it and stroke it. I reach in front of you and you feel two fingers slide inside of you. You are so.