I had to rely on instinct.“What are you doing?” She asked.“Stretching. If we’re gonna do this, I don’t wanna pull a muscle.” I said as I f...inished up my full rotation of stretching.I took a battle stance. One familiar to me. One I had seen a million times as an adult. Goku’s battle stance. Bow stance, side facing, face towards her, fist on my hip, and my hand up.“Let’s do this.” I said.She rushed at me, throwing a punch with her right hand. I deflected it, stepped forwards and delivered an. The song ended, and Crystal started to introduce the first song that we were going to sing together: 'I Will Always Love You.' She told the audience she needed a hunky male to help her sing this romantic song, and she knew just the guy – Jim Mellon. She laid on a few more accolades, mentioned that I was a proven hero in many ways, alluded to the People magazine article, and gestured to where I stood; Ellen gave me a push.I walked out into the spotlight and waved deferentially to the politely. She was dripping wet; the scent of her pussy was fantastic as I lowered my face to meet it, using my lips to taunt the tender spots all around her fine young snatch. Her moans of delight turned to spasms of erotic pleasures as I at last ran my tongue into the tissues of her inner labia, licking from bottom to top and back again. I held her petals open with the fingers of both hands and engulfed her swollen clit, nibbling on it with my teeth, tantalizing it with the tip of my tongue. She. I looked down at myself – at my own round breasts, my hard nipples.When I felt your fingertips on my legs, my arousal was almost painful. Everything cramped between my legs. I felt myself getting wet. Your fingernails gently stroke the inside of my thighs, to my pussy and my labia. I groaned. You wet your fingers, ran them up the lips of my pussy, wetting the wings of my labia, spreading them, circling my clit and flicking it. I felt dizzy. Blood rushed to my head and to my clit.I could not.