Her juice started leaking and I started slowly lapping her juice which was coming out of her pussy, it was nectar. Now I pushed my tongue inside her p...ussy by opening with my fingers and pushed it little. She was not able to tolerate closing her eyes I can feel she was searching in the air with her hands and she caught my hard dick and with both the hands she removed my last piece of cloth and my dick sprang near her mouth.She removed my briefs herself as I was busy savoring her nectar, pushing. I smiled at them,"Surely you're not done yet?" Greg made another round of drinks. I lay between my brothers, letting them touch my messy body. John was determined to see how many fingers he could get into my stretched out pussy. Pete was pulling at my nipples watching me wince as he pinched them. Jerry was content to let his soft cock slap my face, rubbing along my cheek. It seemed that as long as they were treating my like a cum whore, slut, the game wasn't over. Greg sat back on a chair. The ones transformed from a protection from radioactivity to a legitimate fetishwear.I used to wear masks like that once a week or so. Not for long, for ten minutes at a time. It was a time when being nuked was a real possibility and it was at school – we were ushered into a room with a lot of instructional and propaganda posters and told to put on the GP-5 mask. I was seven at the time. I remember the mask pulling my hair in all directions if I messed up the sequence needed to pull a very. I stand back from you a little to admire my handy work, your body accented with strawberries and whipped cream. Running from just above your supple breasts, then down the middle of your body in a line to your lovely spread legs, there your pussy is covered in white whipped cream holding several berries and along just the inside of your thighs a strawberry on each leg. I gently lean towards you and kiss you softly whispering that I can not wait to have you for breakfast. Then I kneel next to.