Philosopher: Do you have a problem? Realist: Who, me? Philosopher: *nods* Realist: Nope. I don’t have a problem. Philosopher: You must have one,...because you haven’t shut up since I came in. Realist: I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet now. Philosopher: No, really, if you have something to contribute to the study of philosophy, please, do tell us. Realist: No, I don’t have anything to contribute. Philosopher: Well, you had a lot to say earlier. Come on, say it. It doesn’t matter what it is. . She was curious to see them herself so this was my second viewing as we laid in bed together watching these hot flicks. I remember how wet Candice got that night when we fucked. I knew those big black cocks turned her on but she acted like their size didn’t matter to her. At least at that time. I’m not huge but I’d say I’m very average in size comparing to the other guys I seen in college. We got married and a couple years later I brought up the subject of interracial sex when I saw this hot. Particularly the male variety. Lucia giggled a little to herself at the thought, here she was in the splendor of nature and all she could think of was sex. Well, there were the private showers back at the campsite; she could always take care of herself when she got back. Reaching the switch in the trail, she followed the hairpin turn around, now heading back the way she had just been walking, but heading further up the steep slope. The thought of the hot water spraying on her naked skin,. "Stick it in me again," May invited."Better not." Harry protested as May grabbed his long hair and grabbed him to her."Either you stick it in me or I rip it out by the root and stick it in one of those jars" cooed May seductively as she lay back revealing her matted pubic hair and the bright pink irresistible slot which lead straight to heaven."All right but Nanny will be cross," said Harry as he knelt before her and allowed her to guide him within her once more."Who is strongest, Nanny or Me.".