Everything was fuzzy, but not like when he was drunk. He knew should get up and find the others. It was getting warmer and clammy sweat started beadin...g out, he could feel it pop out of his skin. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He started to smell things, the leaves around him seemed thick with a scent of decay. The smell of the earth filled his nostrils, but not the dirt of home, but a rotting smell more like the compost pile his mother kept and spread on her garden. He was hot, the air. We all enjoyed it.Cynthia leaned down and kissed me. We lay there for a while. My cock was flaccid but still inside Cynthia. She worked her vagina like she was milking a cow. It only took a few minutes she got the response she wanted. I was hard again. Cynthia made good use of my tool to build her pleasure. All of us were on that ninth wave of ecstasy. As it crashed we all howled our joy.Cynthia collapsed on top of me. I put my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug. I held her on top of me.. She then slid her hand from between Laura’s legs and brought it up to her nose and inhaled the heady scent. She then reached around Laura’s face and rubbed her soaked hand all over her new minion’s face. “You smell divine, dahling,” Rachel joked. Now get down off my lap. On your knees facing me. Laura complied, getting to her knees as quickly as she could, her bottom now radiating, her eyes a little moist from her thrashing. She knelt there, knees together, hands on top of her thighs and looked. ‘Nothing … nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.’ She shook her head. ‘No, you’re not. I know when mommy’s happy or sad. You’re not happy.’ Clever girl, he thought to himself. ‘Well, actually, I was … I was just thinking about something.’ ‘About what?’ He decided to take a risk. ‘I was thinking … I don’t know … if maybe your mommy would like for me to stay here or not.’ ‘Why not?’ she sat up on the bed and looked at him with wide, non-inquisitive eyes. ‘Why do you think she won’t let you stay?’ He.
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