Present at the party were: Alison, Chris, Teddy Parker, Joanne Cummings, Theo Washington, Tanya Perlman, Timothy Geiger, Cindy Ross, Paulina Patterson..., and myself. Teresa Croyle and Martin Nash had previously-made appointments. Also present were my mother Phyllis, Chief Bennett, J.R. Barnes and Christina Cho of the Crime Lab (who I practically had to kidnap to get her to attend), and Molly Ross Evans, Cindy’s sister and heavily pregnant with my child. ‘Wow, that was just amazing.’ said Alison. .." you grunt with your efforts. Pulling on the long curly hairprovides the same result, you yank and pull, but all you get is a sharppain on your head. Somehow, the hat and wig have been stuck to your headwith something way stronger than you are.Mashing your hands into the fur collar, you rip and pull, only to feelthe same clinging sensation all around your neck and chest. Ripping andpulling at the poofy skirt is the same, everything is attached to yourbody with some sort of adhesive that. Rachel moaned deeply, grabbed me by the hair with both hands and shoved my head onto her pussy. Her musk and taste were like honey, and she was making a large wet spot on the bed. I drove my tongue as deep as it would go into her wet open pussy until my nose settled against her clit.Rachel squealed with delight as my tongue probed around her opening and finally flicked across her clit.“OH GOD YES… YES, ohh don’t stop, yes, oh god, oh god”She fucked my face for several seconds, arching her back. He repositioned himself behind her but Melanie was almost out for the count on the bed; exhausted from her explosive release.Her eyes suddenly opened and a laugh escaped her mouth. She looked into my eyes as my hand settled back onto my cock. I wanted her to watch me masturbate albeit to her tune.Her lascivious smile unnerved me.“Number eighteen,” she let the number slip from her mouth like it was disgusting. I looked for the number and found it on the reverse of the sheet.‘He’s pushing it.