And my hands wouldn't be quiets, that's for sureMy mouth would find those cherries in the top of those delicious twin hills of pleasure, and my tongue...would roll thoses nips like the cheries of an ice cream that were been taken...And my hand wouldn't quietsThen my lips would cross that fire land that is your belly, the land that melt boys and forges men into paradise... or hell...In presence of such a godess, such a prayer would have to knee in order to his lips find new paths till his. Some of our competitors may be satisfied with film of Gryphon looking bored or distressed while being buggered, but we would hope to market a better product altogether. We want to project a more positive image of sexual intercourse. We’ve seen some of the work you’ve done for Bizarre Bazaar and Quinze Cunts, and we think that you may have just the enthusiasm for sex with women that would fit with Gryphon’s own similar tastes.’ Innocence could see that Gryphon’s enthusiasm wasn’t at all feigned. Now it was my turn to smile.Before I went to get Amy I called my brother and asked if he could put something together for supper for us before he went to work. He complained a little, but I knew he liked doing stuff like that for me. He said he'd have some cold plates ready, that way we didn't have to reheat and "ruin" anything.When we got to our house I gave her the little tour, showed her my room and before I could take her to the guest room she said it looked like there was plenty of room. Standing now she leant forward and whispered in his ear, “My turn.” And placing her hands on his shoulders she pushed him down to his knees and then tugged her skirt up exposing her pussy to him. The cold air felt delicious as she waited for the touch of his tongue.She reached down and with both hands she spread herself for him, her swollen lips slick with her arousal. A flick of his tongue made her jerk her hips forward against him. She wanted his tongue in her; she wanted to feel him forcing.