“You have no idea how little help that actually— Oh, wait. Duh. How could I forget that? Alright you motherfucker, I can spin shit around too. Wat...h my baton!” She clenched her hands into fists, put them together and then drew them apart. In the space between them appeared a twirling baton. Once the entire length was there, she transferred it to one hand and started twirling it, saying “Baton Twirl Blazing Shield!” A stream of white hot sparks flowed out from both ends of the baton, and a. And so, the years passed.The main thing I noticed as Kyra grew up was that she seemed closer to me than her mother, but I figured that this was mainly because I wasn’t around as much as Jeanne was. I still remember her as a toddler, like it was yesterday. Kyra may look like Jeanne, but she had inherited my personality as well as the eyes. Always messing around, always curious, it was remarkable I found myself changing into a child when I’m with her. Unfortunately, as Kyra got older, I found. I could see that most of Jakes dick was now able to fit in her pussy and was rapidly thrusting in and out. I was frozen in place, a surge renewed my erection as I watched the scene – Bree appeared to be not in such distress anymore and my immediate concern of her being hurt began to diminish as I remembered Kates accommodation&hellip, What had earlier been a slow trickle of sexual hormones trickling into her system during her earlier manual manipulations then Jakes oral manipulations, now. The taste was not at all bad, a little soapy, maybe, but maybe the taste of salt and skin and just the tiniest hint of something sharper. I probed the hole with my tongue, carefully at first and then more strongly. Matt was moaning loudly, and that only made me more determined to please him. I began what I learned later is called ‘tongue-fucking’ and he started making little sobbing noises. By then the entire area from his asshole to the front of his scrotum was bathed in my saliva. Time to.