She shook. My hand didn't stop and neither did my mouth as I watched her face flush. "Oh God, YES!" She cried out and I felt my hand get soaked with h...er cum like a pumping jet stream shooting. At first I thought she was peeing on me, but then the texture was different. She groaned again and leaned on the sink for support of her weakened legs. Opening her eyes, she stroked my face and brushed my hair from in front of my eyes. I lifted my gooey fingers and for some reason, tasted them, and they. ?Jake,? I heard Malcolm say, ?we were wondering if you would like to leave your car here tonight and we could harness up the ponies and take you back across the fields.?I laughed, looking across the barn at the pathetic figure of Butterscotch. I wondered what she had been called before, what she did for a living. Perhaps she was a housewife, spending her time at home, seeing friends and talking about shopping, celebrities and the foibles of each other’s husbands and children. If only they could. On the next rotation, she got up to the mic to sing a little Def Leppard, Two Steps Behind, when she looked towards the door and saw the most handsome man in the room. Very tall, taller than her own five-foot-three, with brown hair a shade lighter than hers and the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen, eyes that were watching her every move on stage. She’d never seen him here before, and he made her a little nervous. After a rough start, she smoothed out and sang the song better than she. I don't want you looking at my pussy while Helen eats me." That's it, lick my clit. Oooooh that's good, now suck, suck it. Mmmmmm." Karen kept her eyes on Cyril while describing and directing Helen's mouth on her cunt. He kept turning his head for a quick peek but turned back quickly when he saw Karen watching him. Karen could see that he was hard again already and, for a moment, felt sorry for him. Not for long though. "Look at me once more and I'll use the cane on your balls." she threatened..