She pushed my head down, dragged her heels up my back and behind my head and then pulled me towards her. "Don’t be coy, have a good smell of me." I ...didn’t hesitate to breathe in her aroma, since Marisa was still damp, excited, and willing! I bounced my nose against the wet crotch panel of her underwear, and as I did Marisa gave out a little grunt. She asked, "Want some more of that?" as she released me, sliding her legs down my back again as I stood up. "Heck, yeah!" was my instant reply. . Abigail said I wouldn’t be sorry. Well, I’m not sure that I wasn’t, but whatever.I was very skittish about moving into the guest house of the Casa de Cord. I should mention here that Casa de Cord is the nomenclature of choice of Mister Cord. It was still castle Cord to me. Not only had we been moved by the platoon of movers, but everything had been unpacked and put away by them. And lest I forget, the larder and the frig were full as well. I should also say that how grateful I was that somebody. Bailey was right at the center of it.The 10th toss was dead on and Bailey was the proud owner of a bear almost four feet tall covered in plastic with a thick layer of dust on it. That bear had been sitting on that shelf for a while.The owner of the carnival had to come over to get the bear down and didn't seem too pleased at giving it away. Bailey popped $5 down and started making bets with the owner."Ten bucks on the next throw," she said and the owner took her up on it. They went double or. Tiffany exerted her strength, and her fingers dug into the surface of her balls, causing them to flush to an even darker color. This caused Tiffany's sperm to gush out even faster and harder into the container than before. Barocca and the nymphs could hear it land loudly against the plastic walls, like when a water hose was directed against a wall. In this manner, Tiffany continued, locked in the throes of her orgasm, for over five minutes. The five-gallon container slowly but steadily.