"Have we met before Samantha you seem familiar somehow?" Anthony asked. Looking him over Samantha replied, "Honestly I'm pretty sure we haven't but yo...'re right you do seem familiar to me too." Looking at him more closely Samantha said with a smile, "Hey that's cool you have the same eyes as me." As Anthony began to study her face he noticed she was right, in fact she resembled him in many other ways. If one looked at the both of them standing side by side they might have easily have thought. But the kicker was his mouth and tongue, twirling, caressing, sucking on her nipple. Stan felt her arch her back again, then heard a squeal, and tried unsuccessfully to look up at her face without breaking the pattern he was running with his hands and mouth. It took a lot of concentration, but it seemed it was worth it. He heard it again, then low moans, rising in pitch and tempo, finally a squeal that was cut off when Anne moved her face away and grabbed some blanket to stuff in her mouth.. I looked around for anyone who looked like a hit when out of the corner of my eye i see my dad tense up by the time i turned my head my dad had already relaxed and was pulling me when people started screaming like a conscerned parent would. we started runing with the crowd. i still could'nt see the target yet but i knew he was dead i decided to glance behind me and when i did i saw a little girl not even 5 years old with the dagger sticking out of her eye socket.after that i vowed never to be a. This wasn’t the woman I knew, the headmistress. Clinging to my neck our mouths locked, and her body shook as she sucked on my tongue.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, “do it, do itttt.” My arm started to cramp as she came. Moaning, her body spasmed with her mouth open in a silent scream. I slowed my assault on her until finally, she came down. I stopped and removed my hand as she sat back and rested, supported by her hands, breathing hard and a pink flush on her neck and chest. Her legs were still.