He climbed up and sat in the cabin background, where, at his turn, Scuford settled down. They were laying on their side, facing the narrow seat. They ...ugged and started kissing again. R Tur’s fingers brushed the beardog’s skin, slaloming on the curves of his back and buttocks. Their dicks, hard of desire, were rubbing each other. Scuford stroked r Tur at the same time, from the line of his ass up to his neck and his hair. He felt a finger caressing his anus, going up to his balls and then back. Jeez, I was already convinced she was guilty and I didn’t have any evidence. I didn’t like her very much so I guess I just decided she was probably guilty. It didn’t feel very good. Maybe there was a completely innocent reason for her to be there those two days. After all, she wasn’t there today, but then, this was Friday, the odd day and she seemed to be there on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hurried through my dinner and excused myself to go to Penny’s. Mother reminded me of the dishes and I had. "Shhh." hushes Caroline, a single finger to her lips. Don't spoil it." You started it," Dorothy says.Now as she anticipates spanking Dorothy's bare behind, a thrill of cruel intent is seeded in Caroline's mind. Spiteful images heat her blood: Dorothy's flesh made red-raw, and the cries of pain she imagines her hand will elicit. But she catches her train of thoughts, puts an end to that momentary reverie, feels almost ashamed by allowing it. Dorothy is so sweet, is her friend. How could she ever. "Cassia, I'm..."Before he can say it, she lifts off just in time to watch him spurt an impressive geyser. Her hand remains on his shaft, feeling it pulse out another jet of liquid. Her hand assists the ones that follow, following the throb, trying to heighten the geyser. But the powerful jets lessen until the last of his cum basically oozes out his tiny slit."Too much," he complains and she stops her hand from moving, only using it to bring the cock tip to her mouth to taste him."How's it.