She was flooded with pussy juice which I laved up with my tongue.Her mother was speaking. What I heard was, "Andy, I said for you and John to take th...at to your room right now."Although I was happy to do it anywhere, I decided to comply. I stood and pulled up my shorts and trousers. Andrea swiveled on the stool, picked up my coffee and drank it down. She sat the cup down saying, "Okay mom." She swiveled back to face me and launched herself into my arms. I carried Andrea to the stairs. With. Kristen focused her attention on combing out her long auburn hair, counting each and every smooth stroke from her very best brush and admiring how lustrous her hair looked since she started using that new shampoo. She fretted over what make-up to wear, wanting to highlight her bright green eyes and make her full lips look perfectly kissable while somehow making her nose look a little smaller. She plotted out what clothes she should wear, wanting some jeans that would show off her slender. Another orgasm racked her body with so much pleasure she ached. She fought not to black out ... not to miss any of the intense sexual pleasure throbbing and pulsating through her quivering body.When it was over, she hung her head in the commode, her body slumping, drained of the energy the multiple orgasms had inflicted on her.Several minutes passed before she pulled herself to her feet, struggling to climb in the tub. She turned the shower on, lying on her back as the hot water cascaded down. The dragons took wing, but faced with a lone human with a gun, were unsure how to respond.“No!” Desttr shouted from the back of their entourage. His exclamation, delivered in the berserker’s native tongue, caused the man’s creatures to hesitate, buying him time. He flew as fast as his tiny wings would carry him. “No attack. He no die this way!”Desttr smashed into the shooter’s berserkers—his own kind, those carrying out his own actions—bowling them over and sending them scattering. As they lost.