At least, we thought they did.We were Peter and Tink in the woods behind the house, or we had proper tea parties at old Mrs. Sullivan’s place. Neith...r of us knew that Snapple wasn’t a reasonable substitute for Harney and Sons. As we got older, we realized that our grand adventures in the 100 Acre Wood was actually well-monitored by our parents watching the dozen trees in my backyard, and the long treks to Mrs. Sullivan’s was from our porch to the next. The lonely widow lived on the other side. She was woken by the smell of vanilla and chocolate and the coldness on her pussy. She was kind of charged up with the smell and ecstasy by the aroma in the room I also switched on the player and had an instrumental music played on it. The entire environment decreased my patience level and that’s when I started with chocolate on my fingers, one finger on her pussy applying chocolate syrup and the other with two fingers soaked in vanilla ice cream in her mouth she started licking my fingers this. I was going to shake the scaffold if I wasn’t careful. But I was a little angry and there was only one place on the painting I could focus in this mood.Bree and Melody stopped me at the ladder as soon as I was sure everyone had their assignments. I looked at Melody questioningly and she smashed herself into me in a hug.“I’m sorry, Tony,” she said. “I shouldn’t have shut you out.”“What’s going on, Melody?” I asked. “Why were you mad at me?”“Because Kate was. When she left yesterday, she was. Lifting her head from David’s cock Ann shrieked out as her orgasm hit, thrusting her hips back to meet my urgent thrusts as my spunk began to gush from my surging cock. Ann slumped forward as her climax ebbed; my swollen cock flopping from her gaping cunt straight into David’s waiting mouth. He gobbled hungrily on my wilting cock, greedily taking half my shaft deep into his suctioning mouth. Ann lifted from him, spunk dripping from her quim onto David’s chest as she turned around to watch as.