She pouted a bit, as she loved bringing him from his softness. She caressed him, as he liked gently all over quickly licking up some of his juices. He...r tongue touched him, here, there, repeatedly, taking him into her mouth. She massaged as her mouth sucking him, feeling him growing harder. She stopped; she wanted him back inside her again this morning. He felt her teasing him, delaying from touching him until he had moved under her. When she did touch him, he gasped in a pleasant way.. "That's why you felt your ass tingling when you woke up." Clyda knelt next to Jordan, and rubbed her fist against Jordan's asshole. "And because you've been a naughty girl this afternoon, I'm not going to be as gentle with you as I was earlier. That's all the warning you're going to get, slut." With that, Clyda pushed her entire fist into Jordan's asshole in one motion. "Holy shit!" cried Jordan. "That's right, slut," said Clyda. "Feel my fist inside of you. Stop your sniveling and start. Ex woke from his slumber Saturday morning refreshed. He was looking forward to catching up with his future teammates and fledgling friends from football today, as well as meeting the neighbors of course. He was up early as normal not yet having enough of a social life to be doing much on a Friday night, he had gone to bed relatively early wanting to be on form today.Having got up and dressed for running, Ex closed the door to the house locked up, a habit he had previously fallen into whilst in. After dinner there was a rest period before sound check and the concert at eight. Anna did her voice exercises, Michelle played with and fed Emily, Mick fiddled with his guitars and Karen limbered up with her floor routine. Freddie was at the stadium bullying the crew and ensuring the stage rig was perfect for his band. Junior, his status enhanced now he had an assistant, fretted over the sound desk and mikes, swore loudly at last minute hiccups, and was thoroughly enjoying himself. The amps.