Hopefully it might also whet your appetites for me to publish ithere; I would appreciate your comments.This story is about a young man, Richie, happil... married and in lovewith his wife, Linda. She was a very rich young lady, an heiress ofsorts, having been left a fortune when her parents had died in an aircrash. Now Richie had a foolish secret habit that he has had since hewas a child; he liked to dress up in women's clothes, particularlyunderwear, from time to time. He wasn't gay or that way. The rooms were small, there was one single toilet room with a bowl (thank goodness...), a shower which spewed warm water and could accommodate one single man, if not too big. Disgrace! There was no twin bed! There were two standard beds but not next to each other; probably to increase privacy, which I didn't need. Well. Eva was skinny enough to enjoy a thorough screwing on a narrow bed, or so I hoped.Well, we checked in, and to my pleasant surprise, my friend whom I had met in the airport was. It felt like he was trying to push his tongue even deeper into her stomach. Grapping both of her shoulders with his massive hands, he pushed Zeldas shaking body down into his mouth, and Zelda felt the tip of his tongue push directly into her womb. At this, she screamed for a moment, before feeling like she had no voice left. Eyes wide, arms limp, mouth open, she could only endure as the moblins strong hands, mouth, and tongue violated every inch of her pussy.After a never ending minute of this,. Kiara was directed to lay Iona down and use her fingers to bring her to a writhing orgasm, which was Iona's hardest scene. As she was lying with her head on the pillows, it was hard to make it look genuine. They came to an agreement that Kiara's hand would cup her pubic mound. She would rest her fingers in the crack of her ass and if she were to accidentally penetrate her pussy a little, she was not to stop, as the scene was too important. They practiced four times and only had one such.