“Do you have to?” she groaned, trying to dissuade Brandon by grinding her ass deeper. “You can come with if you want.” “I liked that cunt better when there was a hole in her chest.” Willowbud amateur grumbled, “When you reach a similar sentiment, I’ll gladly come along, and we’ll make a date of it.” “I can only give the shared miracle of life, to take what has been bestowed-” “Don’t start that shit again!” Willowbud growled as Brandon chuckled, “Fuck the Creator’s Codes, and fuck Gloria for teaching them to you! You and Astrid should run along to Iona where they paddle your ass for using the wrong fork, then see how a life codes suits you.” “You don’t need an excuse to paddle my ass, Mistress.” Astrid groaned sleepily, rolling on her back and revealing a body I wouldn’t have recognized two weeks ago. Her braided, blonde hair was shorn near to the scalp on the sides, her nipples and labia were pierced, and her skin was a canvas of dark ink. She had protested greatly over the first tattoo, the one written across her lower back that read, ‘Mistress’s Entrance’ with an arrow pointing downward. The other twenty, she’d gotten on her own. It seemed that once Astrid broke an oath (or was forced to), she went full-bore, and now she was covered from foot to chin in a display of artistry that contoured to her every curve, leaving only her face, breasts and butt bare. Her physical metamorphosis reflected her spiritual change, which had been like watching an angel fall. It was a privilege to witness her descent. “I’ll tell you what,” Brandon purred into his girlfriend’s ear, pulling her white hair behind gay an ivory, ram-like horn, “if you let me in back here, I’ll skip today’s lesson.” “Hmm, tempting,” Willowbud smiled impishly, her green irises cornering her black sclera, “but no. That deal stands as it is. You only get to fuck my ass, if I get to fuck yours.” “Are you sure you want to go down that path?” Brandon chuckled, “What if it awakens something in me? What if I realize that I’ve been batting from the wrong side of the plate this whole time?” “It’s shaved a feminine penis.” “That’s an oxymoron.” “You’re an masturbation oxymoron.” “I didn’t know I was dating a anal fourth grader.” Brandon smiled, connecting eyes with Willowbud as she craned her neck. Looking down Stacey could see her daughter’s juices bubbling round the dildo shaft and hear them squelch, the sound and aroma drove her to fuck harder until Becky collapsed in a loud scream clearly spent. She laid her head on my shoulder, the tips of her bra dented my chest then she and I commenced an afternoon quickie. To his right stood Leanna, smiling warmly down at amateur Claire, giving her a wink. She had mumbled something to gay the clerk about ‘My nephew.’ Now the Old Woman made The Boy buy them for her, which was good, because she ended up losing a lot of them. Jeremy also walks up to me. “Are we cool?” He asks, offering his hand. Something told me Jesus had better things to do than berate a freshman girl for appropriately getting angry when her brother was being a dick to her but whatever. I had her nipples hard in seconds. Would I lie in prone vanity while the moment passed? Bobby took a shower and his clothes were anal clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilet seat when he got out. As good as Olivia’s hand felt on my cock, I HAD to witness it for myself. She was one of the wildest, freakiest most uninhibited woman I have ever had contact with. She took a deep breath and then reluctantly let go masturbation of his neck. She stood behind Jake and pulled off the top and knelt one knee on the bed and one still straight on the floor and shaved kissed me. I hadn‘t told Jake but I told Kim everything and she was even more turned on than the time were on vacation and got a prostitute to share in Havana.