There isn't really a "type" per se. We've dated confident, aggressive experts and shy, inexperienced debutantes. But what these women had in common wa... a certain curiosity, flexibility, openness, and a willingness to meet us half way. They had a playful attitude about sex and didn't recoil in horror when the subject came up in casual conversation."At this point, Allan changed course, asking Alena: "What's the wildest thing you've ever done?"Alena took a moment to mull that over. She decided it. She didn’twant to wake him. Biting her lower lip, she gave herbody one good relaxing stretch, found a position shecould hold, and drifted back into sleep.The next conscious moment was of a warm hand slidingover the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced thelengths of the raised bruises as a blind man readsBraille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch,opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing andprodding. As his fingers found the. .”“Alright, erm... here goes...”Jamie Landers, 15, born in Madeira, Portugal. Twin brother called Scott. 5 foot 8. My parents died shortly after we were born, too soon for us to be named. Fostered and eventually named by an English taxi driver and his exploited housewife. Awful parents, they really were. I don’t think I ever had a happy day with them in my life. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his friends. They only fostered us to get more money from the school. ... Cherry Blossom! The cold soon became warm as it was massaged into your skin, not just heating up... But making it more sensitive too. You sighed in relaxation from their amazing work. Your entire body being oily at this point from shoulders to feet. Your breasts were now treated by human hands, while the wyvern had disappeared. Your nipples squeezed gently, twisted, then the entire breasts as wholes massaged again before the hands slided lower. The heat on top of your skin starting to burn.