He shoved his nose and mouth into the soaking crotchband, sniffing and licking. Lordy! Her fuck juice was sweet! Clay's prick was threatening to burst... right out through his overalls and his balls had swelled so much he was bowlegged.Clay was not an imaginative fellow, but under such stimulation his mind was inspired. He imagined Rachel coming. Had she given herself a hand-job with her panties on, or had she just creamed without touching her pussy? He liked to think she'd been finger-fucking. An ill chosen pupil shall turn away from her teacher.Before the High Priestess reacheth the end of her time, she shall transfer the power unto the rod to passeth unto her pupil. She shall administer unto her pupil for twelve nights, taking first the rod into herself for half a night and then passing the rod unto her pupil for half a night. When this act is completed, the pupil shall know the rapture and the joy of the High Priestess. But the Priestess may find her last days empty in exchange.. Mom stops me from going to comfort Gwen. Claims empathy and comfort are feminine commodities. Logic is masculine. Suggests I devote some time considering how to logically explain to Luz and Carlita, what they think they saw, wasn’t real at all!“What’s her name? Did you fuck her?”“Gwen. Guenevieve. She’s virgin. We were going to fuck, but?”“How far into the future do you want the rematch postponed?”“Indefinitely? No promises? Can you make that palatable, Mom?”“I can try.”“And I’ll try to think. Then, with a nearly imperceptible movement, the proboscis entered her ear, careful not to disturb her. When everything was ready, the bug emitted strange microwaves that dispersed within Miranda’s skull. The electrical signals that normally travelled through Miranda’s brain began to change. New neuronal connections replaced the old ones, creating new patterns of behavioral control that would fit perfectly to the insect’s requirements. Miranda dreamed of herself. She was lying on her bed very.