"Why do the breasts feel so wet? I am not sweating am I?" I asked.Haley giggled. "No silly, I put glue on. Don't worry those are notpermanent." W...hat Haley did not say is that the glue would stick thebreasts in place for well over a week. Next she applied perfume to myneck and each wrist. Finishing by decorating my wrists a couplebracelets, a few rings on my fingers and a heat shaped necklace.Finally she pulled a new blouse out, this one button up. She tuggedthe blouse into place,. He turned to see someone he didn’t know standing with someone he knew casually.“A person who plays the flute is a called a flautist,” the young woman said when she saw the looks on the group’s faces. The look wasn’t because they didn’t know the term. They did but Phil was offering an inside joke to his friend, Scott, who in English class in 10th grade had mentioned that a flautist sounded more like someone who had gas than someone who played a woodwind instrument. The look was because they. ‘Please I need to cum.’ ‘Yes Anna, cum for me, cum all over my burning cock. I need to fill you with my spunk. Cum now,’ slapping my ass several times as he spoke.The feel and sound of him slapping my ass, his deep baritone voice, gave me a shuddering experience I had never felt before, then exploded my juices, gushing out of me, all over his cock and balls.‘Good girl, yes let go, cum for me, Annabella, make me feel your cunt pulsate, pulling me in with the pleasure you’re feeling.’He was. I picked her up and 69ed her sucking and licking her juicy pussy. I slid my fingers in one, two, three, four fingers into her. "God I'm so horny" she said "give me more!" She exclaimed. With that I slide my fist in and reached around and fingered her ass. She moaned like a whore and ground her clot on my tounge. I pulled out of her and licked her ass. She was sucking my cock furiously now. She turned around and planted her pussy on my cock. She rode me hard and put my fingers in her mouth.