.."That's the message we have had brain-washed into us from the day we were born. Women should not want sex. Ideally they should just close their eyes... think of England, and submit to their husband's baser urges. Of course with no-one to teach these poor husbands, they were rather inept lovers, so it wasn't difficult to suppress any good feelings. Oh, sure, some people do seem to still like sex, ('Look, just like honeymooners... ') and it's Ok to giggle about it, but you wouldn't ever give in. They spoke briefly, and then Igwanda followed out of the now-deserted port.The meeting chamber was in tumult when Igwanda reached it. Most of the attention was still focused on Meiersdottir, but he received almost equally enthusiastic greetings as he entered. Feeling somewhat awkward, he responded with smiles and handshakes as he pushed forward to join Meiersdottir in the front. Captain Ziang was also there to preside, and began banging a gavel. The crowd quieted remarkably quickly; it was. It was from a 23 year old college student named Mohit. He was going to college in the next town, said he was packed just over 7 inches, and sent a pic that made it look like he had a telephone pole sticking out of his groin. We traded a few emails and next thing I knew I was over to his apartment. I was kinda nervous when I knocked on his door but that went away when a good looking guy opened the door. He introduced himself as Mohit and invited me in. ‘You want a beer or something?’ Mohit. "Here, feel it," Mrs. Fisher said as she took hold of my wrist. Too stunned to resist, I permitted her to draw my hand to her box and place my fingers on her throbbing labia."Rub them around," she suggested. "Get your fingers good and wet." That was certainly easy enough. Mrs. Fisher's cunt was absolutely sopping. The pubic hair had lost its curl it was so heavy with saturation."Do you... do you do this sort of thing often?" I gulped as I felt her damp groin writhing under my involuntary.