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My sexual climax dwindled, but a new crescendo rose. It was an exhilaration, a feeling of energy that raged in my veins. Brandon pressed his mouth to mine, and we stared wide-eyed into each other through the kiss, the feeling firing through our synapses, flashing, blinding, then… done. The energy dissipated, and with it, our strength. Brandon lowered us weakly, and I slid down the wall, before falling into a spineless sprawl on the floor. Our mouths stayed connected, the passion boiling, then simmering, then calming. We outdoor parted with a harmony Brunette of gasps, then looked down. My body was covered from foot to neck in white patterns. They were of animals and plants, the lines contouring to every curve of me, impossible in their intricacy. A wolf howled on my shoulder, a lioness stalked a buffalo on my thigh, a whale swam beneath the reflection of the moon on one of my breasts. There were hundreds of other scenes on my body, from the soles of my feet, to the tips of my fingers, each one flowing with the curves of my form, and separated by patterns teen of foliage and water. As the light dimmed to its normal radiance, I noticed that it was tinged slightly green. Brandon created a butterfly, and its ghostly shell shined with the same green tint, before it dimmed to reveal the creature blowjob beneath. The monarch floated lazily about the room, and settled on a stalk of milkweed growing in the window. “Congratulations, Bound One.” Brandon whispered, “You’re alive.” “Oh my god.” I said quietly, the enormity of it only allowing a small sound from my throat. I was alive. I had a body, and it was mine, and it was flesh and blood and soul like it was supposed to be. I touched the tips of my fingers to my thumb, and realized that I couldn’t remember what it felt like to feel nothing. All those of years of floating between life and death felt like bad dream that was already fading from memory. “I love you.” Brandon said quietly. “I college love you.” I replied. It was strange how little the phrase meant to me. For most couples, the speaking of those three words was a landmark moment in their relationship, but for me, it seemed like we were just speaking the obvious. “Now…” Brandon sighed, then groaned as he sat upright, “what the hell do we tell Mom and Dad?” “We don’t; problem solved.” I laughed. It's natural. "She's teaching everything wrong! She helped as much as she could, but she made us call another friend, Sgt. Johnson. It took several hours. I groaned into my mother's lips as Deana slammed her cock into my pussy. "Its why I took this job, I thought that maybe the bread maker's son could finally go off and just do something.." he looked deep in college the ceiling "-but I still can't escape it, I'll never be the one riding off blowjob to the sunset, or defending these great forts, or even crafting weapons. “Come on let’s head to my place before we really get caught.” Terry grumbled picking up his bag and heading out the same back door. “Absolutely! “You have to marry her.” She ground her juicy pussy on my cock. He said, seeing the breathless teen girl standing before him. “Good,” He said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. After that, she asks Harry to leave. I am doing my best Bruce Springsteen impersonation. Continued from Auntie’s home tuition (pt2) A business outdoor card on the desk. Deana sighed. She grabbed a robe Brunette and wrapped it around her body.