Much later the following morning, being Sunday, Sarah slowly stirred, and as she rose from the deepest of sleeps, she remembered the events of the pre...ious night and smiled to herself, but then became aware that she wasn’t in her own bed and that her friend was firmly situated between her legs with her tongue already lapping at her sex lips. She reached down and drew Rebecca’s head up to face her and kissed her lips, already damp with Sarah’s pussy juices all around her mouth. “Come”, said. He thought of running back to the door but knew that no matter how large and ungainly the bear might seem, he could not outrun him. ‘Good evening, my apologies if I have interrupted your evening meal,’ said the white bear genteelly. ‘And to you, but you interrupt no meal,’ said the peasant, bobbing his head. ‘Surely this is the dinner hour?’ asked the bear diffidently. ‘It is.’ The peasant nodded nervously. ‘But there was little for dinner and it was over long ago.’ ‘Ah, yes. It is said that. You’re lucky not to have that cherry popped.”“Anal and blowjobs,” she said, a saucy look on her face. “I want my virginity to be taken by someone special. That’s you, Mildred. Chloe told me just how amazing you are.”“She’s a sweet kitty cat, isn’t she?” I asked as Kendall fell to her knees before me.She nodded, a big grin on her face. She tugged down on my skirt now. I shuddered as the cloth rubbed across the tip of my dick. A hot shudder ran through me. My pussy clenched, my naughty clit. He particularly loved honeymooners. There was nothing like seducing a woman on her honeymoon. Rod had plucked plenty of cherries, and there's no doubt about it, he thought, fucking a virgin is sweet. But that other virginity--the wife who's never given her cunt to a man other than her husband since she's been married--plucking that cherry was an even greater thrill. And the cr?me de la cr?me was getting them on their honeymoons. Especially when they were as gorgeous and sophisticated as the.