I remember the pleasure we both got from dressing each other prior to going out, how she'd stand up completely naked whilst I pulled the stockings up ...ver her long, suntanned thighs, my lips only inches from her hairless slit... the same hairless slit that I'd be enjoying, later on.My mouth clamped limpet-like onto it while she bucked and heaved beneath me. I think of how she'd choose the panties she wanted me to wear, how she'd look up into my eyes as she eased them up over my thighs. They. Except for the blue stairs and the brown walls along its side that extended out like a ramp, the bulk of the step-like pyramid was predominately green-glazed brick, with a few glassless windows the sides, though, above the tower, it was turning more of a blue. Something told him that whoever made this thing had gotten the facts wrong; Alex was sure that ziggurats never had statues, at least not ones like these. The statues on both sides of the stairs had gradually increased in height until the. She wakes up in the morning and looks at her gaping cum filled pussy and thinks that I am one hell of a stud.Jana can not handle alcohol. She likes to drink and have a good time, but at some point, and I've not yet been able to pinpoint it, the alcohol triggers something in her brain and she goes on autopilot. Anyone who recognizes that she is in this condition can get her to do anything and when she wakes up the next day she does not remember any of it. I found out about it quite by accident.. All I wanted to do was empty the growing pressure in my balls that Lisa had helped fill over lunch.Across the street from the hotel was a Carson's, so we decided to go do a little browsing. We slowly wandered through the home appliances. It seemed that every chance Lisa got she rubbed up against me or would give me a slight nibble on my neck. "You should really stop that." I whispered to her. "Why? Is something happening?" she replied with a wicked grin.I shot back a "You know what you're.