I couldn't see her feet or lower legs because the car was blocking my view. But her thighs where nice and trim, the kind you want wrapped around your ...ead. She was also wearing one of those hippie tops. You know the kind that are basically a swatch of clothe held on by straps around the neck and waist. This one was white and did nothing to hide her perky little nipples that poked at the fabric.She was arguing with what I assumed was her mother was wearing a rather conservative business suit. As. My ball sac was empty!I guess I would be a lesbian since I like women, and since I'm unable to impregnate any of them, I concentrate fully on making love to them the way they want me to - tenderly.With family history firmly imbedded in my mind, I allowed myself to travel back to 1869 for the Golden Spike ceremony, since the college chose that event for two reasons: (1) It is right here near Salt Lake City and (2) this college has been in existence in one form or another since 1850, and had a. Six inches that’s all but it seemed as if a rigid flagpole was embedded in her, so excited was she, so bruised, and so receptive. Together they began slowly, like the musical piece “bolero” their passion slowly rising to a massive crescendo, bodies slapping loudly together, bruises forgotten, the pain in its own strange way, adding to her excitement her hips, rising to meet his, beyond reason, beyond all rational thought, like a wave beating against the rocks, it was sublime, his seed. Where did you hide the diamonds?"Sofia whimpered. "I don't know what you're talking about." Don't play dumb with me," the man snarled. He slapped her across the face - not hard, just firmly enough to startle her. Then his eyes softened and he strode around to the other side of the table. He leaned between her legs. His teeth gently caught her clit and he sucked on it hard. She shivered until he let up for a moment."Let's see if I can convince you to talk. First we'll try the carrot…then we'll.