She senses my question. "I'm not a... I'm not bisexual, but... if you ever need a spanking, I'm your girl. And I feel like..." She leans in real close...to whisper up at me, "...I think I deserve a little payback for that." I affect Sister Cate's persona, my imitation of the nuns from my all-girl Catholic alma mater, and whisper, "We'll discuss your punishment at another time, you naughty girl." A little shiver runs through her, but when I draw back and look into her face, there is just the. "Kyla's hand glided down between her legs and she searched out her pearly clitorisand started to massage it as her girl spunk seeped from her hole. She knew theywere all watching her but she didn't care. She frigged her twat, driven by anuncontrollable urge, thinking of spearing prick meat shooting boiling sperm into herbelly."She needed that dildo," grunted John."It was tremendous," Kyla gasped in "a fit of voluptuousness. "Yes, I needed it. It wasbeautiful. It was long and hard and Shit-I'm. It had been two weeks since Valentine's Day and we were rehearsing for the speech competition coming up in a couple of weeks. His parents and the twins had gone to visit his mother's sister Angela and her family for the weekend. They lived on a farm a couple of hours away and the kids were excited about seeing the cows and the horses.I had come to Brad's house that Saturday morning and we had eaten breakfast and had gone over some Geometry that I was having problems with. We then started. Within the last hour or so as we’ve been indulging our every passion , the focus of your current exploits had been growing and growing. Now, fully engorged and shimmering with your saliva, it looks freaking enormous. Its long….maybe an inch or more longer than mine and its thick. Wrapped in your slender fingers, it’s as thick as your largest vibrator and is topped with a large shiny head. I’ve always said that you give the most amazing blow jobs and as I look at you now, my own cock throbbing.