" What in the world are you talking about?" asked Sheri. In fact she was well aware that many of the girls in school were intimately familiar with tha...t hard cock he didn't seem to be able to talk about. She had heard rumors that it was "wonderful" and "amazing" and "to die for" but she didn't know WHY it was all these things. And, of course, she never got to see any of the other boy's cocks. She knew why that was too, and sometimes she didn't appreciate her big brother's efforts to make her. Ploop. Ploop. Ploop.Like the intro beat to a sad ass rap.Something pulls my knees apart and settles between my legs. Small hands cup my face and tilt it up. A forehead presses against mine. I expect it to be her, finally here to usher me to the end. Last stop reaper. Scythe to brittle soul. Goodnight moon. Peace out girl. And yet, it’s green gems, not crystal blues centered on my shit-colored pair. Of course it’s you, looking like hell. A heart stopping sorta hell. Your eyes are puffy and raw. At the end of the day, she drank it down at his instruction. From his notes, it appeared that Catherine more than encouraged this behaviour - begging for her son to come on her face, wanting to go to work with her bra wet from a morning tit fuck, rubbing his sperm into her smooth ass cheeks before climbing back into her marriage bed.Oh yes, things in this home have changed!"Shut up boy." Wisely he did. I was ready to beat him to a pulp right then."Was it for the money?" His mother had always. Noelle’s heartbeat increased its tempo as her arousal grew. She closed her eyes, feeling her new friend worm its damp way along her legs within the cavern of her skirt. The tentacle’s progress was excruciatingly slow, curious and explorative, winding its way along her legs. But eventually, it ran out of room to travel, bumping blindly into her pelvis. Noelle’s fingers curled, gripping her bedsheets as the tentacle teased her labia. It brushed her skin up and down in smooth strokes, dragging.