Then again, she might know all sorts of great techniques that she was going to slowly dole out over time. I could spend a long time exploring those wi...h her. There was also something in one of my fantasy worlds in which she was a commanding (demanding?) woman, one for whom no one man was enough. In this world Simone needed to fuck at least five — or maybe ten — men in an evening, maybe with each giving her one or two mouthfuls of semen. As all of these thoughts went through my brain, Simone was. Rich is a wonderful man and I want to give him the perfect gift; if any man deserved it, it is Rich. Last night was girls night out and I went out with a few of my friends. We went to a local pub and after a few drinks, we started admitting to each other our fantasies. I never really gave fantasies much thought. I always tried to be more realistic, never wanting to waste my time thinking about what couldn’t be. I sat and listened as each of my friends told of their wild fantasies, and I found. Then again I'm told to get behind her an give it to her good while she eats my girl out making her cum like Niagara falls so hot all her hunny running down her face so hot now I'm about to cum an my girl is like you cum in her pussy you better she kept saying so I'm ready to bust my nut I look into my girls eyes an I start to cum big big grown looking into my ladies eyes an I start dumping my big hot load in to her pussy but no sooner I fill her pussy up cream pie style my girl cleans my cock. Watch each other’s diaphragms.’ That was pretty easy for Spence, although the Ariel’s diaphragm was a bit lower than where he really focused. Ariel’s breasts were almost perfect. Her freckled milky globes were topped with fleshy cones tipped with rouged nipples centered by cylindrical nubs, all symmetrical. They rose and fell with her breaths. Her toned abdominals flexed as she slowly took air in and out of her lungs. Spence timed his breathing to Ariel’s. She was more practiced than he and he.