<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/>● uncertain witch experimenter<br/>● Cosmo drinker<br/>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br/>● rebellious reactor <br/>● titillated; titillating <br/>   <br/></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Let’s see.  The rules of Twister are . . .  I guess the rulebook is tossed since we’re not planting ourselves on different colored circles and not being thrown off and removed from the game.  As near as I can tell it’s twisting into pleasure positions—what you want and what you want to do.  <br/><br/>We are quite twisted though.  And I know we’re not just one-being-thing since my landline is the only cock in the room.  It’s been sucked on and grabbed—this I know since it’s me who is in on that performance.  It’s responded, but no shudders for me as I suck and stroke it.  <br/><br/>At the mo, I’m wondering how many times is the cock good for?  It seems proud of its mass—I’m thinking it’s good for a number of rounds.  Sooo . . . I wrap my hand around the cock and work it, stroking firmly and demandingly—<em>do your trick monster baby!</em><br/><br/>AND who’s going to react to that explosion more?  Who?  Chloe?  EM?  Who?<br/></span>