(Well, I'll go again at the moment, so me and Geof can alternate, and thus, you and Geof. We can incorporate people back in as they come, maybe? So what do you mean, Divine- we can certainly consider you at the beginning of the roll, per se, if that's what you mean...?)<br/><br/>Celia chuckled pleasuredly at her little meal's squeals and protests- as if she could let him go! As if he would be half so tempting if he was willing and eager to be crammed down her gullet! Of course, regrettably, his words were lost on an indifferent, hungry Celia, who of course could not respond much whatsoever as her jaw unhinged and crawled slowly up his legs, spreading a silky web of saliva over the hairs on the smooth tan flesh of his delightfully wriggly legs.<br/><br/>Her tongue lapped over and around, tenderly wetting each inch of skin as far as she could beneath the legs of his pants, musing over the delicious outer layer of salty sweat and savory Terry, who tasted as if he had exercised earlier that day. But alas, even his hard calf and thigh muscles were so weak and soft compared to her own smooth coat- she delighted in his helplessness as she swallowed up his feet, drawing him all that much further inside her, her big mouth so quickly enveloping his thicker, meatier knees and lower thighs.  Smiling softly, she moved a coil so her prey could see the progress she'd made, already lapping up his thigh and so much closer to his hips and his pants buttons- if only she could slide off these rough, flavorless trousers and taste the sweet flesh underneath- and of course, the sweetest was yet to come.<br/><br/>She sighed, her hard lips fastened tightly and neatly in the bend of his knees, feeling the gratifying sensation of the boy inside and out, stretched through the sensitive boundary of her gullet, his feet kicking at hard-soft, peristalsis-rippled flesh that so eagerly dragged him in, inch by inch, the warmth inside subtly increasing the deeper he went. Still, he was quite far from her belly, quite far indeed. Her stomach did not altogether appreciate that fact. But she would not, could not rush this, not this, not<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as she slowly and ominously continued to crawl up him, slowly nearing the minor, the marvelous, obstacle of the passionate hips. The poor creature, Celia thought. Pity him, for this serpent liked to play with her food.