Hazel passed me a bottle of water which aided my recovery what next how do I top that experience? Hazel was clearly ready for some action so she lay b...ack on the bench as Stella and I began to touch and lick her body. I have to say Hazel’s body for a fortysomething was exquisite I’m not ashamed to say I lusted after her even today. Her pussy was so wet I licked and licked her slit. It was not like any vagina I’d even seen in real life, or amature porn movies.Even though Hazel was soaking wet her. After giving us a minute to adjust to having the plugs in, they picked up the butterflies and gently clamped them against our clits. The anticipation of when the butterflies would come to life were killing me. My insides started to heat up and quake with need. Both those thoughts fled as soon as I heard Abby let out a muffled moan. Before I could look to see what was happening Thomas’ rock hard length appeared before my face. He took his cock and drew circles with his precum on my cheeks. Francine, knowing she had to finish this quickly, lunged at Patti's stomach which was momentarily unprotected. She slit her open just above the earlier stomach wound. She leapt back before Patti could retaliate and had the pleasure of hearing her gasp in pain. Francine felt something warm running down her left thigh and then down her calf. Damn! The wound was open again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.She forced herself not to look. Her eyes must be solely focused on Patti and. I think. If someone told me a few months ago that Brandon Chase was teaching architecture at Columbia, I would have laughed. Even though its just one semester– whatever’s left of it, that is– which includes four seminars, Brandon Chase is not the kind of person you’d find teaching. And he was doing a pretty good job too. His easy grace and powerful presence capturing everyone’s attention. Except mine, apparently. He’s the rich, spoilt, son of famous mogul, Harold Chase, who passed away four.