You slide a finger between my legs to wet it. It draws the wetness from me as if a fountain pen drinking the ink from the bottle. The wetness trails a...fter your finger. Your other hand spreads my ass to reveal my tight and puckered hole. You are rubbing around it, massaging it, relaxing it while the rest of my body draws tight with anticipation. At that moment I feel the stinging slap on my ass cheek and realize that I have been so lost in the glorious feelings that I have let you lead me right. ‘Come on now, Claire.’ His voice was teasing. ‘You know you want to tell me how how you’d get for me on our dates…..’ he leaned forward and kissed my cheek, I let out a gasp as his kisses moved down to my neck. He still knew where my sweet spots were. ‘Come on Claire…tell me how you’d get so turned on….but would make me take you home, leaving me with a gigantic hard on……one that you had caused.’ His kisses went over my bare shoulders. I breathed deeply, his kisses were bringing back memories. Philip wanted to stay there at the closed door and listen to his son and Bethany fucking but he decided to give them their privacy for now. He'd felt like opening the door and telling Bethany that he'd take that diaphragm and she could fuck his son unprotected and conceive a child. He wasn't that bold and he walked on down the hallway.At lunch the next day, Roger told his parents that he needed to go back to where they lived for two days but that he'd leave Bethany there to visit with them. If I had to take a wild guess, I'd say it evolved from something like a toad. The one meter-high body was round and bloated-looking, the legs were short and squat, the arms just long enough for the digits to clasp in front of its chest. The head sat directly on the shoulders with no apparent neck between them. Apparently, it was incapable of making the sounds necessary to speak Common and it wore a small device attached directly below its mouth that translated its various chitters, chatters,.