When I finally pulled out, gobs of my come, mixed with her juices dribbled out and spilled down to the crack of her ass, coating her little ass sphinc...er, and continued down to soak the bed beneath her. I rolled off and admired the view of this very seriously fucked woman. Her legs just fell apart from sheer exhaustion and as her panting subsided her lips kept making the shape of "Wow... ohmygod... geeze... ohthatwassoooooo good..." but it wasn't speaking, more like a whisper panting."We're not. It didnt take her long to cum at all. I pulled her panties back across her pussy to where they once were, took my hand from underneath the blanket and tasted what i had always wanted to taste. Charlottes pussy juice was the sweetest thing i had ever tasted. I just wish it could have been my tongue in her pussy tasting those juices. She got up to go to the bathroom and as she did i noticed a big wet patch on the sofa and quickly covered it up with the blanket. Luckily nobody had seen what mess. "I didn't realize I was so inappropriately dressed. It's just so hot up here. But if I am making you feel uncomfortable I can throw on a sweater," I stood and went for the laundry hamper. I bent right over with my bum partially facing Gerald. I could feel my thin shorts ride up and pull tight between my bum cheeks."Um, well, I think you're dressed fine. I mean, you are right, it is hot up here." He was having trouble controlling his voice. Good, I thought, I was turning him on. But what 40. She appeared to be moving awkwardly – as if she was injured in some way.Bec: Are you a prisoner too? Or are you here to rescue me?Dr K: I’m not a prisoner.Bec: Oh! Please tell me that you aren’t working for Her. I couldn’t bear it.Dr K: Who do you think I might be working for?Bec: The White Witch of course. She captured me and locked me up in Her dungeon.I stepped closer to Bec and looked into her eyes.Dr K: Can you tell me your name?Bec: Oh, poor Mr Tumnus. You are working for Her. Now you’ve.