As another female, she possesses not the satisfied Goddess look as I haveOf being ferociously pounded hard with a thick titanic spear like yours my gl...diator.As a spiritual poetess of romantic flattery,I wish to lightly caress her and inform this tempting enchantress of her curvy hips.I wish to brush my gentle fingers through her majestic hair and recite her a romantic poem.I wish to French kiss her and massage her moist tongue with mine,For we my Viking are the catalysts of erotic. "Maybe if I put up my tent close to theirs we could get to know one another. Chances are at least one of them will take a liking to me, or maybe several. With some beer in my belly I'm sure I'll find the courage this time!" - I think to yourself. Fantasizing about how I'll sleep with every one of them, perhaps several at once each night. I feel a stiffness come on. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at. They smile politely. Then I drop them off and I know I am gone from their minds like I never existed. Then tonight out of the blue, it's Christmas come early and I get the chance to fuck one. He leaned closer and I could smell stale cigars on his breath. He said conspiratorialy. nodding towards Dimitri who was now so drunk,he was having to prop himself up against the door. " Did you mean what you said in there? I mean asking him to give her a baby"? I said "Elaine is Catholic, She doesn;t. . can I see it, Marty? Can I?" "What if we get caught?" I asked. "Don't worry, we won't," She assured me."Okay then," I said. "But I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She blushed darker. "No one's seen my secret garden before..." But she rose up, lifted her dress to her waist, and pushed down her slip and panties. She sat back down, one leg on the floor, the other stretched out on the bed, her hand holding her dress down against her 'secret garden'. "You won't tell?" "Never," I said..