“The French call it, Petite morte or the little death my dear. So prepare to die!” With a wicked laugh, Heather dove into the already wet gash o... my daughter and I began just running my fingers all over her body, From finger tips, to armpits to navel to neck and breasts, my fingers and mouth explored every bundle of nerves I could search out on her body as Heather barely paused long enough to come up for air! With 5 minutes left and Alex pleading, Heather stood up and said, “Damn it, you may. When I do take them, one after another, two at once, three at once, I imagine myself moving into another being, a body, a female in rut, a walking cunt. I agreed to the arrangements this man - I came to call him The Arranger - proposed. I sorted the responses, found six men that I thought might be right. The arranger had booked at a five star hotel and requested a King size bed. I asked the men to wear suits, and be in the bar to meet me at intervals. I described my dress to them, and they all. ' Class would be done at 9:50am; he'd be home by 10.At 9:30 sharp there was a knock at the door. Erica's pussy flooded as she turned the doorknob, heart pounding. She opened the door in such a way that she was behind it, out of sight, nothing on but the tiniest bit of material. He stepped in; a big grin on his face, suspecting something was up. She shut the door, revealing herself in all her glory. "Ohhh...” he let a sigh of admiration and intense lust, smile dropping from his face."Hi!" she. They were glistening with my wetness. I ran my fingers up and down each smooth, bare side.Mmm, who wouldn't wanna eat that, I thought.An image of Crystal burrying her face deep in my cunt pulsed through my mind.I licked my lips and continued. I slowly stuck two of my fingers into my snatch and began pinching my left nipples with my left hand."Mmm, yea," I moaned gently.Deeper and deeper I plunged my fingers. Out of habit my hips began rocking against them."Uhhh, yea, uhhhh," I moaned, getting.