Jill knew that Tom was shooting blanks these days, thanks to a vasectomy. So, what was making a mess at the base of his very impressive erection was, ...n fact, the last of the Thackery seed.She stared at it for a long time. Then, shaking herself, she woke him up and told him it was time for breakfast.Brian stumbled from his bed into the bathroom for a shower, something he did every morning during basic training and AIT. And showers in the Army were always just about exactly the same. He noticed. Of course, being in a band helped. Chicks always ate that up. They always liked to hang around because, in the event that the band made it big, they could tell everyone that “I was there from the beginning.” Except there was only one girl who had been there from the beginning – sweet little Jennifer Bouvier. On Saturday, she was at Ric’s house, listening to the band jam and practice before their gig later on that evening. She always liked watching the boys rehearse and fine tune their. "Now, hold that tongue out, dog." She ordered, the woman nervously did as she was told and held her pink wet tongue out. The mistress slowly moved forward, pushing the woman's tongue into the gap under her now moist pussy. The tip of her tongue wiggled against the small brown hole, slowly licking it clean.The woman was surprised by the taste, well it didn't really taste much of anything just like wet skin really. Smells stronger than what it tastes, and as long as she didn't actually think. I feel weak, feeble, like an aged, dying prude. Hachi lowers my body to her bosom, once again cradling my head as she holds me in her lap. Strangely enough, her body seems to have warmed up, and I can feel my strength beginning to return the longer I stay in her embrace.A momentary flare of panic erupts inside of me when I feel her pulling back to rest upon her haunches. The desire to stay with her, feel her, be with her, have poisoned my mind, and my hands reach out needily to hold onto.