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I never knew I had such reaches of abandon in me. She had shown them to me. When we finally broke contact, I sat back on my boots, eyes closed, lowering my hands slowly and licking my lips, only opening them when I heard her giggle down at me once again. Her skirt was back in place and her thighs were together now. She was standing straight, with only a drop or two of liquid evidence on the creamy skin of her thighs. I, on the other hand, was wetted down not only with her earlier spurting, but now also with traces of her urine that was soaking into my clothes as I knelt there in front of her. There was also no hiding the dark wet stain of my own orgasm soaking through my crotch, either. I smelled like sex. I smelled like her sex. Her sex and her piss, and this seem to delight her as she still chittered away at me happily. Fussing with her clothes, making herself presentable, she left me on my knees as she turned to go, my coins having long disappeared in to some hidden pocket, and she paused long enough to pluck two cans of lubricating oil from off a work shelf next to my tool box. “Don't go.” I found myself gulping. “Don't leave. I can't...” I didn't know what I was trying to say, all I knew was that I wanted to keep her with me. “You have no idea what this means to me.” I managed. She gave me another giggle, but then, for just a moment, she stopped and stared at me with those glowing amber eyes, made oh so more appealing by the low light in here. She blinked at me slowly, like she wanted to say something more as well. Then she turned without a word and went up the steps to go back out into the light, the cans clutched to her almost protectively. Perhaps she was a little shaken at what we had done, when she stopped and thought about it. As I stood up, on shaking knees, I was just beginning to wonder myself at what had happened. I was hardly sorry about it, nor did I really care about the price in coin and oil. It was no loss considering how amazing and intoxicated I felt. She was almost back to her sister when I reached a vantage point to give a cautious look back outside myself. To my further surprise, my Jawa girl actually restrained herself once she was back near her sister, and if I was any student of body language, she seemed intent on keeping the matter to herself. Indeed, she all but ignored the obvious whispered questions of her sister, and she thrust the oil cans on her, shooing her off back up and into the Sandcrawler a moment later. Coffee is Jill’s domain. They passed my cock back and forth from their mouths. Her brother moaned as she bobbed her head on his cock a few times, tasting his salty spunk for the first time ever, before pulling her mouth off it and climbing on top of him. Trish looked over at her BFF as tears ran down her cheeks. I looked over to see her staring at my chubbed up dick, and her mouth open in genuine surprise. That’s what really worried me. I was pretty sure about the number of charms and where to place them on the circle and how to interconnect them, but the Gaelic scared me. I looked up into the sky to see a thick cloud of smoke drifting of in the direction of the light breeze. "Ah, nothing, just thinking. Not many chances for a girlfriend in a society that is so closed. I am sure she has settled down a bit since this morning.
Before Mia could really think she blurted out her answer “No!”. Liana laughed then, a deep laugh that sent a thrill through Mia. “I did not think so.” said Liana. “You really are a good girl Mia. I think we will be friends.” Mia felt herself smiling through her tears which now flowed freely down her face. “Shall we continue then?” “Please Ma’am.” Once again the strap tapped against Mia. She gasped slightly in anticipation of the blow to come. The pause seemed very long, and then the strap cracked against her skin and she screamed, a sound of pure pleasure through the fiery pain. As she collapsed back to the wood of the table she groaned in open pleasure, she knew she did not have to restrain herself. Once her breath returned she spoke. “Six, thank you ma’am.”
I could feel the fire burning up my dick from a well deep within me. I clenched tightly, not wishing to end our macabre lovemaking, but finally nature's response to my unnatural acts could no longer be denied. I told her it was Grey Flannel and she leaned in and pressed her nose and lips against my neck to smell me as her hand moved up toward my stiffening cock. “It’s cool. Nothing else in the world Then she kneeled in front of me and gave me a long, slow luxurious blow job, starting with a gentle sucking of each of my balls and long strokes along the shaft, finishing with giant slurping sucks.
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