After that, the sensations start to melt together as energy goes into pumping away and whatnot.Oral is kinda the same, except that... for me, there's ...his "It's a vagina! It's where I belong!" sort of primal emotion to it too. Sure, a tongue and mouth might be able to do more inventive things, and I don't wear myself out, but there's something about pumping away, pushing yourself towards a woman's womb with your penis -- instinct is STRONG and it knows what it wants.A guy may honestly say "I. As soon as the door was shut behind him his shirt was off and on the floor and I led him to the bed where he laid on top of my naked body and he started to kiss me all over, grabbing my left breast in one hand and my ass with the other. I grabbed his shaft and started rubbing it as our tongues danced together and soon his pre-cum was running down my hand, seconds later he sat up and removed the rest of his clothing. I then spread my legs and told him to eat my pussy, “penetrate my cunt with. "You know I never consort with the help."For the first time in his life Mr. Lodge was happy about his spoiled daughter's attitude towards the working class. For years he had encouraged Betty's influence over his daughter, but now was glad that it never took hold. But on this occasion, he was relieved that she wouldn't be paying a visit in the kennel with them. Despite his fondness in watching her friends fuck and suck the dogs, he didn't think he could survive if he saw his own daughter indulge. I made myself scarce, going into the kitchen and putting water on for tea, A die hard coffee man, my time overseas taught me the value of a good hot cup of tea. I preferred mine plain with just a slice of lemon, but Lindsey liked cream and sugar, and Jen went heavy on just the cream. When the pot had boiled, I put it on a service with the cups and condiments, and went into the living room, prepared to put it on the coffee table and disappear again. Jen got up and took my hand, pulling me to my.