Soft moans spill from both women as they undulate against one another. Gudnwet eases the witch’s thighs apart further, her hand slithering past to p...oke several fingers into her snatch. As the witch whines desirously, Gudnwet ignores her, glancing past at the gathered yeti. “She has been planning this all day,” she says. “She’s so wet right now.” Her fingers work deftly, stirring up the streaming juices and sending out shudder all over the witch. Penelope leans back against the girl, arching her. When my dad was around he seemed always to be depressed or lonely and consistently laconic.’ She stopped, thinking about things. I was thinking about how depressed this conversation was making me. ‘Well, this conversation has really raised my spirits. Thanks so much,’ I said, trying to lighten the mood. ‘Oh waiter, one kabob skewer, please. I don’t need a plate, just shove it in my eye.’ Finally, I got a little smile out of her and even a chuckle. ‘OK, OK,’ she said, ‘you don’t want to discuss. He started moaning loudly calling out her name. Saying how good her pussy tastes, and how she is going to make him cum all over. I had never felt another cock in my hand and it is so hard to describe. I figured it would feel just like jerking myself, but it was so different. Hard with soft skin at the same time. It was pulsing and leaking pre-cum. I used that to lube him up and squeezed tighter. I felt in control of his pleasure. I took my other hand and began and play with his balls. Knowing. That came later. Also, nobody knew what caused it, although there were a zillion theories, and they still don’t. They also don’t know why a very few men, like me, were immune to it. All they know is that, within a year or two, nearly all the other men became sterile. They could still get it up, and have sex, but they’d be shooting blanks. I was nineteen at the time, and got tested as soon as the birth rate dropped to nearly zero and everybody was wondering why. They looked at my cum through a.