---------------------------------------------------------------------------Hello! Caroline here! I know this is a different kind of story, as it ismor... like the description of an experience. I know a lot of you won't bereally excited with this kind of thing but, honestly, I just did it becauseI wanted to express something I've been keeping and also because... I have awriter's block. So I need some ideas! Tell me if you want to see somethingin particular here, like a new issue treated like. "Bill was trembling when he knelt between her legs, and his cock was now standing stiffly out, the head of it swollen and reddish lavender, beginning to leak just a bit. His hand touched her dewy cunt, felt gently over the curly pubic hairs and caressed the damp labia. She smiled hotly up at him and rolled her ass, ground her pelvis to show him how eager she was, and how ready to accept his cock.He prodded her mound with the head of his prick, rubbed the knob up and down her soft lips a few. Her curiosity won out over her good sense and she opened the door. Sounds of moaning and grunting filled the halls. There was an overwhelmingly musky odor that saturated the air. Laura cautiously stepped out and saw Kari flat on her back, spread eagle, with her skirt up over her waist getting fucked hard by a very fat man whose pants were pulled down just far enough. The fat man was mumbling between his groans about how good she felt, while she chanted, “Do it! Do it!” with every thrust. Kari. "Oh come on, don't be all shy about it. You masturbate instead of fuck and I try to help you out by giving you things to think about when you're doing it. That's a good thing isn't it? I mean the me helping you part, not the you not fucking part. That part is sad." Melissa! You're not helping!" I am, you're just too embarrassed to admit it. You're all embarrassed because you're uncomfortable, but you wouldn't be uncomfortable if you didn't always try to hide things. Tell you what, why don't you.