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My body was tingling all over. “Oh god,” I moaned and balled my hands into fists. I heard Kat giggle evilly; she was still pumping two fingers i... and out. It felt so good; her touch was sending an inferno of pleasure all through my body. I was so close. Kat lightly teased my clit with her tongue, a whole new sensation filled my body and I cried in pure pleasure. She flicked my pussy with her gentle tongue, licking around the labia as she pumped her fingers in and out. “Don’t stop!” I moaned. Of course we were welcome to the celebration and could stay at his house. His father lived with them now too. Courtney had told him about her gift idea and he said that he thought his dad could accept it one way or another.We settled into the guest room and had a nice dinner with plenty of beer and wine. I wondered what would happen at bedtime. Dad’s birthday wasn’t until tomorrow.Courtney answered my question when she asked me privately if we could trade partners with Albert for the night. I. "Look, I'm not a hundred percent sure you'll find this meeting interesting or helpful in your quest for answers, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?"Ally had to admit that it was, so she nodded her agreement. Maybe if they could find out once and for all what happened to Professor Salinger, they could put that chapter of their lives behind them and start writing new ones. Like ones containing adventures in kissing, fondling, sucking, tickling, rubbing, nibbling, and thrusting, Ally thought, her. He goes to the bed and lies down. He pulls me on top of him and I have my knees bent but I am chest to chest with him. He stuffs his cock into me and starts owning my poor hole again. Emily watches sideways curled up as Daniel holds my hips as I move away from his chest, arms outstretched back arched again. His grip moved to my ass, spreading me a little more. I had to look down, I could feel my cock spurting, and it was going all over Daniels abs. I moaned in my usual (extremely) girly way, it.
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