With a quick thank you to Melissande, Tanya set about devouring these as well. Tanya finished off almost 8 slices before she finally started to feel s...ted. Melissande had taken a few for herself and was seated beside Tanya as she ate.“Whew! I was beginning to think that I would never have enough.” Tanya said as she pushed the plate away from her a little. “If I’m not careful that could be a bad habit.”Melissande gave a small chuckle at hearing the conviction in Tanya’s voice.“I am pretty sure I. " Really? Man, I had to learn from my mom." Yeah, it was a little better learning from her than my own sexually repressed mother. The one day after school, my friend said she needed one and no one was home. We walked into the bathroom where she undressed, broke out her bag, tubbing and nozzle. She filled up the bag, sat on the toilet, and handed me the bag. My friend then inserted the nozzle into her cooch, opened the clamp and inflowed the water. I was shocked to see so much blood and bits. O.B! We fly out onto the interstate and she puts on our favorite road song “Born To Be Wild!” and we sing along with Steppenwolf as the miles slip away then I feel Patricia's hand in my crotch sometimes she likes to play with my cock as we cruise along and I'm okay with that so she takes out my cock and strokes it hard then she pretends that she is shifting my car with it and I make Waa Waa noises like she is shifting gears and my powerful engine is responding after awhile she gets bored and. And in either of these cases you, my foolish critic, would have done just the same. But, joking apart, and notwithstanding occasional slips, I am completely opposed, on every ground, to this weakening and really insipid vice, so ruinous, too, to the constitution and power of enjoyment that lies in the real union of the sexes.However, to return to my story, just let me tell you what happened when Tom, that very afternoon, saw the glorious photograph of Louisa.First, I must recount what I should.