...seldom Jennifer, and it depended on His mood at the time. But this time it was slut, and I dutifully obeyed his order. "You called me, sir?!" ..."Slut, lick that piss off the end of my dick for me, so I dont have to wash it. If you're really lucky, Ill let you be my toilet tomorrow morning;we'll see".Of course i cleaned it quickly, and lingered as long as I could around his musk-smelling manhood before he pushed my head away and put it back inside his pants. He said, "im going to. There is another thing that’s bugging me, too.”“What?” she asked with trepidation.“Your whole attitude with Michelle. I don’t get that at all. And I’m really worried about it as well.”“Why are you worried?”“Because you said you wouldn’t get involved in my dalliances or deflowerings. You already got involved with Kathy and now you’re talking about getting involved with Michelle. But even more troublesome is that you said she’s a virgin. I’ve never encountered someone who wanted an audience for. We heard the monsters pig-like grunting. At the same moment, we both felt something like hot lumpy yogurt splattering on our backs, butts, and legs. The fuckers were shooting their foul smelling spunk on us! From the feel of it, these freaks came like horses, and it felt like someone dumped a quart of hot rancid pudding across my ass.The rest of the imps were in a greater frenzy now. The two spunkers were pushed aside as two more dwarves took their place. They triple-teamed my poor darling; a. Instinctively, I held her to me. I recalled some of what happened throughout the night. I knew I needed to recharge, but to me, I took advantage of what Abigail offered. What was wrong with me? Worse, between the memories and the feel of Abigail’s skin pressed to mine, I was growing a new erection.I slipped out from under her and moved around the inside of the tent. I could feel where our mixed fluids had dried. I remembered leaving my pajama pants next to the river without any concern as to.