It was the Fall Festival and all the volunteers were assigned booths for the kids to dunk for apples or find toys and win small prizes. The Festival w...s the church’s version of Trick or Treating without the goblins or scary costumes.My wife was dressed as a Maid of Honor from old English period, I suppose you would say. She just wore a silk dress from the Thrift Store and had her hair done up with small flowers. She looked more like a hippie than someone from Old England, but it was a. .with magic I mean but for some reason, it didn't work." He brought his hand away from my face and looked at me with his eyes full of curiosity.I, unable to meet his gaze, stared off at a distance spot on the table and merely shrugged."Why couldn't I heal you?" He asked as he gently traced a finger along the side of my face."I dunno." I muttered and tilted my head away from the touch of his hand.He merely looked thoughtful as he took a last long gaze at me and then he turned and went back to. Emma can taste Donald’s precum and he knows he is moving towards his peak. He lifts off Emma as he also lifts his head from her golden triangle. He swings around and kneels between her legs. He leans and kisses her as they taste their own juices mingling together in the passion of their kiss.He lifts her legs over his shoulder, and raising himself to be kneeling upright, lifts his cock to her pussy and presses it into her wet, welcoming cunt. Thrusting into her hard, as they both seem to. Having given blow jobs before I knew what he wanted and I opened my mouth. He pushed into my mouth then my throat as I swallowed. The taste of my blood and his semen nearly sent me over the edge as my second lover pound away at my cervix and womb. It was intense but I realized I couldn’t breath. Just as my lungs started to burn my first lover pulled back enough for me to get a few good breaths through my nose before fucking my throat again. It was only a short time before I felt the condom.