Well, one wish, but with some provisos, addendums, explanations, ad nauseums—““Jesus Christ!” Santa shook his head.“Santa! You shouldn’t s...ear.”“Sorry. Get on with it.”“Okay, you ready? I want to be Jimmy Page, the guitarist for Led Zeppelin, for an entire twenty-four hour period.”“Done.”“Ok hold on. I don’t know how to play guitar, but I will be able to play and sing all their songs as if I were Jimmy Page, right?” Santa nodded, looking irritated at me. “Okay, and it’s March 14, 1975, in San. . you know, like us?"Laura blushed and stammered, totally flummoxed by Rhonda's questions. "It's... really none of your business, is it," she said softly."You bitch," Rhonda repeated, but not angrily. If anything, she was envious. "I almost come just from looking at her body." I've known her for a couple of years," Laura said weakly."Those thighs..." Rhonda rhapsodized.Oh yes! Laura silently agreed, feeling her heart flutter and her pussy throb.By now Rhonda had pulled Laura out of the hall. "Go round the roundaboutRather than just providing interesting scenery, if properly stimulated the nipples can easily become an orgasmic A-road. "There are two reasons why this could happen," says Fulbright. "Touching her nipples causes them to fill with blood and get erect, sending sexual signals to the brain in the same way the genitals do. Nipple stimulation also leads to the release of oxytocin, the body's feel-good hormone, which triggers an orgasm.Route guidance: "The most effective way. We snuck off to the bathroom together. The party was really rolling and everyone including my wife had drunk a fair amount. She had whispered to me that she was horny and that waiting was not an option. So here we were in a rather small bathroom her with her skirt hiked up to her waist bending over the sink and me with my pants around my ankles my dick sliding in and out of her beautiful wet pussy from behind. She was telling me how much she liked the feeling of my balls slapping against her.