I slowly went up the staircase entering the room several people weresitting in. "If anyone has any prayers left do them now, may the lordforgive you y...ur sins. Amen!" I cut down the first guy that tried to runpast me. Dr. Hilber started to wet his pants.I moved closer to him, "Demons do not cry. Are these the tears of a longdead child?" I questioned him. He looked at me unable to move and Igrabbed him by his neck and started to slowly press it till it splatteredlike a ripe melon. I dropped the. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his temple. He had never been this nervous about anything in his life. He took another deep breath, composing himself. He headed off in search of her room. He found it at the end of the hallway. There was a little note taped to the door. He unfolded it. ‘Door is open. Follow the trail. Each one is for every month I’ve loved you.’ Intrigued, he opened the door. The living room area was lit just enough for him to see the trail of chocolates leading to the. I was wet, nearly soaked. I couldn’t believe how such a simple touch could get me so aroused. I touched my clit and felt the sparks fly through my body. I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over, but I didn’t want to rush either. I spread my legs as wide as I could without hitting my husband and began to rub. Though the blankets and sheet were still over my body, I could smell the aroma of my aroused pussy. His fingers kept teasing my nipple, my fingers rubbed my clit. I wanted to cum so. As I tugged his underwear down, I beheld a small uncut member more aptly fitted to a young boy. Turning me gently to view the unfolding debauchery of my best friend, I leaned over the bar permitting his full access to my genitals. Gently, after several unsuccessful attempts, I felt his “noodle” penetrate my labial folds and begin a slow gentle massage that was uniquely fulfilling. By the time his warm seed oozed into my receptive canal, the “size matters” debate had been superseded by the.