"Hello, children. Ain't you glad to see me? It's play time!" At this, all of the children started to cry."Now, now, don't let your joy carry you away....We only have time for one of you to play tonight. Who shall it be?" The man began to swing his arm and pointing finger up and down the line of cages as the children were quivering and crying in fear. Finally he stopped; pointing at a boy of about 10. The boy let out a scream and ran to the back of his cage. "You! You shall play with me,. .. I'd like to talk about it; and some other things, too." Okay," she said in a small voice, her tension returning."I know... I know you still love Bobby. He's your first love, he's a good guy, and he's still your friend. I want you to know that none of that bothers me."Patty nodded, again relieved."I just want you to know that I'm okay with it. But... sometimes... I think you... that you hold back from me, Patty. I don't know how else to describe it. And I don't want to share some part of. She was amazed at the amount of cum that continued to flow. She ran a hand through the trail of cum that covered her breasts, lazily trailing a finger through it and slipping it into her mouth. She moaned quietly at the sugary sweet taste that filled her mouth and eagerly enveloped the strange cock, desperate to get a second taste. Her husbands cum had always tasted horrible, but this was like the nectar of the gods.Becky ran her hands over her breasts, massaging the sticky white fluid into her. The drive back to Clare's house was nothing but times back in high school, at least for Clare. It was what happened after high school for Annie. Clare was surprised that such a home town girl was so diverse in things outside of the town. Clare felt a bit of jealousy deep down in her gut. "What's wrong?" Annie asked, but Clare just shook her head. "It's nothing. Just thinking what I should make myself for dinner." Clare said, even though she knew it was an excuse. "Don't you still live with your.