Sometimes when I'd give her a hug, I'd be sure of it. She was chief among my illusionary women and an active masturbation fantasy. Her dark-eyed serio...us stare was often interpreted by me as representing her knowledge of my unbridled lust. Of course, that made it all the juicier.Back to the story: Once Sally and I were sitting together in her living room. Actually, she was sitting on my lap as I sat in a large, over-stuffed chair as we often did. We'd been whispering and engaging in some low. “Ah hello Molly...” he said, placing his cup of coffee down on the table next to the door frame. “You look amazing today, very sexy indeed”.His admiring gaze flicked down her body, spending a little longer than was necessary looking down her open blouse as he licked his lips.“Erm. OK, thanks Sir ... but is Miss...”He interrupted her, ignoring one of the older female teachers as she slipped past, entering the room, dropping her books on the sofa before slumping down with a sigh. He had spotted. Wendy and I need to suck it.”“What?” Wendy gasped, her cheeks scarlet.“You did nod your head,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. Juices leaked out of my twat. Victoria popped her mouth off my dick with a wet plot. “You did,” she purred as Pita engulfed my cock's tip. “Don't pretend you don't want to love this amazing girl-dick.”“Well...” Wendy squirmed. “I mean... it's a big cock and... and...” She trembled. “Oh, Lord, this is sinful.”“Uh-huh,” Victoria moaned, licking her lips. “So sinful.”She. It was rapturous, the Mona Lisa ofkisses, the Pieta, the Empire Strikes Back. Nothing could compare to it.It was like kissing a light socket, only with pleasure instead ofelectricity.Of course, George had to breath eventually, and he attempted to pull awayfor a second to do so, only to find he couldn't. A mischievous glint wasin the demon's eyes as her nose brushed against his, only for them to getstuck together. Her hands seemed to phase through his clothing, and thenmelt into his body,.