After a time and more Bourbon, I recognized the words as spells in a foreign language. Eventually following even more time and Bourbon, I recognized t...e language as Gaelic, but wasn’t sure how I knew that. By then, I was so soused that I could no longer lift the bottle to my mouth, and I dropped it, falling over on my side and passing out.The man who came to many hours later on the floor of the dining room, wasn’t the same old me, or rather he was the old, old me, the Major from Special. As her tongue viciously beat that asshole and pussy. Gina’s eyes roll in the back of her head as she stutters as she screams” ooohhhhhhh ffffffuuuuccc hmmmmmmmmm ooooohhhhh goooggggooooooooodddddd!!!!” . Holding hope’s head in place forcefully with both hands as her clit detonated with a thundering orgasm. Causing her to squirt over and over again as her pussy juice dripped out of her spasming wet hole. With massacre streaks running down her cheeks, hope looks up at gina with a tempting smile.”. ******I have awoken from my sweet slumber because I felt fingers caress my body in the most sensual of ways. They were so powerful, yet gentle. Wild, yet tamed. Erotic as hell, to say the least. I found myself pouting with sadness when his hands left my body, but was soon pacified when his lips covered mine in a kiss so sensual. It lasted for perhaps a minute, but it felt like ages. The best of ages.He lifted me and sat me on his lap, my thighs straddling his. He continued kissing me while. Am I feeling her touch? Or do I desire it so intensely that I imagine it, and her finger is tracing a line through the air instead?No, no – it’s real! Every nerve-ending that I have is hyper-tuned for this moment – as ... aaaahhh!! ... as ... mmmmnn ... oh, oh! ... AAHH, OHMIGOD!Her teasing fingertip has found my clitoris, and on this it rests, with the least, the barest, the slightest, the lightest touch ...AAAAAHHH!! AHH, FUCK ME – YES, FUCKMEEEE!!I cry out brokenly as I shudder in.