Faith looked into her eyes again and shivered. 'Not a colt, ' she thought. 'A panther. A she-panther on the hunt.' She began to tremble.The girl strut...ted slowly, insolently to the bed and looked down at her victim."I wonder if I should whip you first," she said, almost to herself. "Would you like that? To feel the sting of the lash on that fine white skin? Those big, soft, breasts?" Faith's fear must have shown in her eyes for the girl smiled that feral smile again. "No? Perhaps not. Perhaps I. My friends laughingly laid it off to commitment phobia, and I jokingly agreed. Little did they know that my heart hung heavy with loneliness and that I had shed more than a few tears far in the quiet of the night. My tears were not only for myself. They were for the guilt I felt for the women who put their faith in me and found themselves cast off and alone. It was a private hell of my own making, in which I suffered alone. Many would look at my life and think that I had it made. My. Yes!”Her pussy gushed juices. They flowed out of her twat and coated my mouth. It was so hot to enjoy. I drank them all down. I swallowed every drop of them. My tongue lapped at her folds, gathering up all the creamy drops that flowed out of her. My futa-dick throbbed in envy, my twat clenching as she trembled through her climax.“Oh, my god, Sky,” she moaned, humping her pussy against my face.“Mmm, that’s delicious, Mrs. Spencer,” I moaned, lapping up her cream. She tasted delicious. My tongue. Determined, he placed both hand on the back of my head and began to lower my face downward over his beer gut toward his lap. My face was soon pressed into his groin. His actions startled me and I quickly attempted to rise from his crotch."Just suck my cock boy", he said sternly.The neighbor encouraged him through the window, "Don't let him up, give it to him, come on, give it to him!"His left hand gripped his cock and guided the tip straight up toward my face. His large powerful right hand.