At random times he would use it on my buttocks or breasts. Since I wore a short bouncy cotton skirt and blouse, the strokes would not be as cruel as t...ey would have, had I been nude, still they stung quite a bit. Sometimes I could not help but to try to protect my sore ass or boobies with my hands. Then, not only would I get a hard whack on my hands, but I would have to uncover the intended recipient of the stroke, breasts or ass, and receive two cuts of the crop or ruler on its proper. Content to just luxuriate in my special fragrance for a moment, he will take in all the details of my divine core: the soft lips, the folds of flesh that reveal my pink treasure, the hole that beacons him to come home. Tenderly, he will take his tongue and flick it against my clit, sending my body into immediate waves of erotic sensation. Gripping the sheets and already moaning, I will lift my hips to his mouth and give him better access. Using his tongue like a sensual paint brush, he will. She had covered herself in mango juice, and her plump bald pussy was covered in freshly sliced strawberries. Kalim stripped and started to lick her. Starting from her feet, he went up one leg, then down the other. he ate her pussy, enjoying the sour sweet strawberries mixed with mango and pussy juice. Working up her flat stomach, he lingered at her navel, fucking the deep hole with his tongue. Finally he reached her tender breasts, She was very slim, but her C cups were full and firm, brown. "No...," she said, her voicehinting of exasperation, "it's not that simple. I don't believe there'sa bright line between transvestites and transsexuals. Not at all. Maybethere's no bright line between any male and female, for that matter.It's much more blurry than that, don't you see? "The idea of someone being trapped in the wrong body is.., well..., it'sjust ridiculous. Kinda like saying I'm really brown-eyed but havesomehow been wrongly given blue eyes. Really dumb, in my opinion. No...,we.