Obie curls his fingers in between my legs. I'm lush, waiting. He pushes a finger into my slit and languidly strokes all the way upward, missing the nu... of my clit. I ache, unfulfilled. He pushes two fingers into my sopping folds, past my lips, into my vagina. Once again he curls his digits, only this time they are inside me, searching. It works, I jerk forward, impaled on his probing hand. He rubs and thrusts. It's delicious. I'm not breathing right. I've forgotten our study, I want to push the. And we sometimes do it the way they were here, and for sure Harold couldn’t see though he would be conscious of her rapid finger work and the contractions of her cunt muscles round his dick, signalling a big, devouring orgasm. When it arrived Charmian clutched her groin with a wild ecstatic moan. Harold clamped down hard on her, hands on her hips to hold her in place, prolonging the orgasm with his hard cock rammed up inside her. Her pear-shaped tits bobbed provocatively and then settled as. My favorite male breeder was a soldier boy called Mark with an average sized tool of creation but he was one of those rare male animals that gave more than he took and he showed proper respect when the deed was done. He had successfully seeded me twice before but both offspring were cut down by the Asian chicken virus that moved so fast, no response was possible.The other male breeder was a young boy called Hannibal.He was just barely eighteen and not overly intelligent. I picked him because he. She wants to feel in control by initiating sex, but at the same time, she wants to be dominated and pounded. She has an illusion of feeling in control, but loves the feeling of being treated like meat, as if her only purpose is get fucked and cum on cocks. She likes the thought of her only value being between her legs.Chris is just kind of there I've always thought, a toy for the women in his life to use. His sister initiates their first encounter, his mother initiates their first encounter..