I envisioned the lactating cunt-wives in the tent down the hill, opening their dresses and squeezing their teats to express some milk, for good luck, ...according to the age-old traditions. They would prime their founts, as it says in the scripture, and then follow their Masters to the pulpit to lay hands on the new girl-cunt’s soon-to-blossom teats. The husband-Masters would grab their cunt-wives’ tits and squirt some tit-milk on the Presentee, to hasten her ripening and make her fertile and. .yessssssss baby ssssssssssss and she came second timeI lied beside her, she looked at me and smiled. Sam I must say you are amazing, the way you lick and rub clitoris, neither of my husbands did…. With that she started rubbing her hands on my boxers. She spit on her hand to make it wet and grabbed my cock, in no time I was hard as a rock…I took off my boxer and lied naked beside her…What happened? I askedNothing!!! come on I can take it, tell me…..she kept rubbing my cockMy husband is not big. Pamphlets, presumably that had come out of the printer, were stacked everywhere, most of them in stacks of a hundred or so and fastened with rubber bands. On the front of them were the words: MARTIAN INDEPENDENCE — NOT JUST A DREAM!The inhabitants of the apartment — two men and two women, all of them dressed in faded cheap shorts and shirts — were grabbed by their hair or clothing and shoved to the carpet by the FLEB agents. They were thrown roughly down and had steel-toed boots placed against. After we were dry we adjourned to the new changing/fitting room and I started with Bunta. First I used my lips and tongue to make sure her beaver trim was neat and tidy and then I searched up her cooter with my dick to make sure none of the trimmings had hidden up her. I did have to search long and deep to make sure and I'm afraid it caused poor Bunta to do a lot of moaning and squealing.As a matter of fact I had plenty of time to give Delia, Morta, and Theba a dose of squealing, moaning, and.