Both stare at the other as they please themselves, getting closer and closer to climaxing. It does not take long before Donald shoots his wad, and Em...a cries out as she cums, soaking her hand. Donald takes her hand and licks it clean as she does the same to his sperm covered fingers. They fall together in a satisfying heap on the bed. Donald pulls the comforter over them, and they cuddle together.“Emma, there is one more Subject which I did not tell you about,” Donald begins. She looks at. There seemed to be no space forthe testicles, and only a small space for the penis. More worryingly, itappeared that something had to go up into his backside. The whole thingwas split up the middle of the back to make it possible to get in andout, with a fine zip in the liner attached to a larger zip in the cover.There were several other zips and velcro tabs holding various parts ofthe cover together."Ted, I'm a bit worried about that piece that is going to go up my bum." It's a little odd on. No oder, no smell. Perfect for what I'm about to do. Down the hallway, second to the last door on the left, there I stood, Laura in front of my eyes and boner, sleeping. Her sheets were on the floor, and she was wearing PJ's with a thin T-shirt. I looked at her, spread out, for two minutes. To think that Laura, 21 at this point, did those pics in this room for some shit-ass boyfriend, really made me think twice. Of coarse, at that point, I am about to be the shittiest acquaintance-friend. Lately Sand had been acting strangely and he did not like it.“Who sent it anyway?” he pressured. When she did not answer, he grabbed the gold-rimmed invitation from the table and waved it in her face.“Who sent you this?”“It’s from Marianne,” she replied.“Marion? Who the Hell is Marion?” he yelled, scrunching the heavy paper in his hand.“Marianne, not Marion,” she snapped.He threw the invite in her face and screamed like a c***d having a tantrum “Don’t you correct me! I may not have gone to your.