I felt his hand clutch the back of my neck as he raised my head upward towards his. My eyes locked onto his as he gazed deeply into mine. Our gaze was... eternal as he drove his penis far inside my pink, wondrous cavern. The sound of fluids lapping against his shaft lent to the knowledge that I was completely aroused. My lips were so enveloping and the I could feel the blood pulsating into my labia as the opening grew smaller and tighter. The head of his cock seemed to pulsate and grow with each. "Can I ask?" he queried diffidently with a pointed look at my leg.I smiled and shrugged. "Your father would probably say I was paranoid," I replied with a trace of condescending irritation. "My new motto, however, is: 'It isn't paranoia if they really are out to get you!' I call it being prepared. You will survive being embarrassed for taking a weapon you don't need to places others do not think you need to. You might not survive not having a weapon when you need one."With that, I dove in,. "Of course!" Tanya smiled, "Of course we can! We will. YOU will!" Tanyaturned away walking to the bedroom door as she spoke. Carol tried hard toconcentrate on the words, as her attention was drawn irresistibly to theview, to that fabulous backside as it wiggled and rolled, atop those legs,atop those HEELS!"Sit tight honey, I've got some things with me I thought might come inhandy. And of course, I have your present!" These words Tanya calledloudly as she spoke from somewhere in the lounge. She. “Many of the boys I do stuff with have little or no hair.”“But the older ones do, don’t they?”Mel gave a little gasp, as though she’d had a eureka moment. She was quite a paradox, knowing about the safe and fertile periods in her cycle but seemingly ignorant of some of the basic aspects of puberty.“Now open your legs wide and hold still or I might accidentally cut you,” I warned her.I continued with the beard trimmer until Mel’s rat’s nest had been reduced to little more than stubble. Then I.