Lucky for me, it was already slick with her juices for a self lubricant and I was able to get my fingertip in much easier than the night before, elici...ing an immediate groan from her. Wriggling back and forth, I worked my finger in up to my last knuckle, timing my fingering of Katy’s ass with Matt’s thrusts into her cunt. I could feel his dick through the thin amount of flesh separating the two holes we were abusing. She started calling out in ecstasy, no longer able to enjoy herself and lick. He shied away from thoughts of Darla. That had been love but love in its most evil form. But under the influence of love even Darla had been capable of self-sacrifice.He had loved Cordelia. That love had grown slowly as she herself had grown as a person. Indeed, as he had also, he acknowledged. It had been different from Buffy. Buffy he had seen as someone he could help, someone he could link to his own quest for redemption. When he had fallen in love with her it had been blinding, a fire that. Her honey blond pubic hair was short and smooth, and did nothing whatsoever to cover up her plump pink pussy lips, which winked invitingly to Jack.Or at least he thought they winked at him. Right then Jack had been suffering a case of the blue balls for about three days because his nooky had been cut off, so any pussy Jack saw would probably look like it was winking at him.In a thrice (which today is sometimes called a "New York Minute") Jack had his trousers down around his ankles and had. As I ate my hamburger and potato salad, I was trying to generate the nerve to follow up with Carol. Suddenly from behind, came a soft, sweet voice asking, Charlie, are you sittin here all by yourself? It startled me and as I turned around to see who it was, I knocked over my soda into my lap and it spilled down the front of my jeans. I patted it dry with my napkin as I looked up into the afternoon sun and all I saw was a silhouette. I recognized the form but I was so embarrassed at spilling my.