She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited. I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes. This story is true, written amateur from Carole’s perspective, with some alterations like names and dates. Liberty was taken to combine some experiences so the story indian would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy: When I entered high school, I looked like a tom-boy. I turkish was still small in stature, with short brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips. It was about that time, however, that I started to develop strange feelings and desires. I didn’t understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn’t really recognize it for what it was. When her friends had been leaving her house they had heard Leslie’s great dane, indian Jack, whimpering from the attached garage, so they decided to let him into the house and filled his water and food bowls. The majority of her concentration focused on the needy pearl nestled between her spread thighs. “Momo doesn’t want her here! A few minutes later I was cumming. "Holy shit, I'm cumming!" It ended right at the curve of her ass cheeks as she turned to face me. My eyes immediately dropped to the dark areoles that were clearly evident through the thin cloth. “What’s the right way?” *”Well, there is someone who claims they made that up for a sci-fi novel, but there’s others who can trace mentions to different cultures. She could feel the warm piss coating her body. “It’s because fear is what makes people ‘good,’” Willowbud said beside me after I’d vocalized the thought, “and when cattle are in a herd, they no longer fear the wolf.” Brett was so eager to feel her titties, he pulled on the material under her neck and literally pealed the garment down her chest letting two round breasts pop into view. “Don't you know how early it is?” It just happened that they had several, and since he had been one of my cabbing customers, out of considerations of some lovely trips together, he told me that he was sending over the best one. “Tell me how lucky you are to be fucking me,” she said between breaths. She dried herself as she walked to her bedroom, accentuating the sway of her body as she did so, showing off to Charlie as the white towel swept the majority of the water off her honied skin. She wore her blue silk dress. I let amateur him know that Jill and I were ok to travel whenever he wanted us. As they left Maggie's, I picked up my tea and wandered over to where the guys were. She kept the towel around her but kept flipping it open from time to time to give me a look at her treasures. One of the best students at the University. Tony often wondered how he would explain his late-night surfing habits to a real girl. Neither Dong, nor Wu, ever said anything about that and I wondered what they must think. The more she twisted it, the more fascinating it was. “Yeah, I want it, I want him to do that to me.” I whimpered. I could then feel him putting some ropes round my ankles and assumed that he was going to tie them to the short wooden posts at the bottom corner of the bed, but no, no sooner than they were both tied my feet were spread about 3 feet apart and my legs were raised up as far as they could go. They were pretty friendly seeing as the three of us met up to hang out pretty often. Remarked Sam, adding explanation to Kate and I. We just nodded in oblivious agreement. “Mommy! She rolls over on her knees in front of the couch and bends over me with her tits hanging by my balls while holding my dick in both hands. This kiss lasted longer, he knew what he was doing more than her brother, she hated her self, but she felt a twang of pleasure as her dad bit turkish down on her lip as he pinched her nipple, as this happened, she let out a gasp making her two attackers chuckle. “I’ll take Prestira instead.” “Oh, God, Dee, please, please . . .