He’d sort of become my mentor online, someone that listened to my life’s story without falling asleep at the keyboard. Granted it took me several ...months to give him any details, but like water falling on a stone over time, he’d worn down the shell I had encased my feelings in and I’d learned that I was a human being with some worth. What had started as weekly conversations had turned into nightly chats for the most part. Of course occasionally we missed a night or two, but not often, and when. She’d seen dildoes before – her mother owned several, although not this big. She first held it between her breasts, squeezing them around it with her elbows. Then she raised it to her lips, and extended her tongue, licking all around the flared head.“You guys are bad, making me do nasty things with fake cocks!” she said teasingly. And then her lips slid down over the head, sucking on it as they watched her, fascinated. She tilted it up and slid it deeper into her mouth. Every man in the. As she relaxed a bit, she became more aware of where the creature was. Her hands slapped around behind her, landing on her back just above her heart shaped ass. For a moment she felt her palms splash onto the creature, and it reacted immediately, slithering away – over her tush. Immediately she yanked down the rest of her suit, ending just short of her knees. She could feel the symbiote cupping her bottom, forming itself around her and slowly stretching out. Quickly she tried to grab it and. She has seen me but hasn't quit stroking herself. Looking directly at me you slowly turn over never breaking eye contact. You smile devilishly and spread your legs exposing the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. The petals of your flower glisten with your wetness. Using your fingers you spread your hood and expose your engorged clit to me. You lie back against the pillows and begin to stroke slowly again. I can no longer resist. I drop the briefcase I was carrying and approach the bed. Our.