I found his cleaning rod, a small stack of patches and an empty brown glass bottle that probably held solvent. You don't see ground glass tops like th...t anymore. I wiped my prints and hand oils off the rifle and put everything back. I examined the walls of the attic and found what I expected for a redoubt--the wall boards were extraordinarily thick and lapped over so as not to leave a weak joint where a bullet might find a passage through. I shook my head and made my way back downstairs,. . he started to fuck me slow, my goodness its like he just got harder, I relaxed my ass allowing him to push in deeper, his grip got stronger on my hips and now he started to fuck me faster, harder... my moans got louder and louder... I swear the neighbors heard me. He was taking longer and harder strokes, I held on tightly to the edge of the bed, he picked up the pace and I fell flat down on the bed "get back here" he said pulling me back, his big dick pushed it hard in my ass that I shot a. Without surrendering his possession of my breast he pulled his hips higher and with a tug I was able to pull his sleepware down and free his cock.Tim is well endowed and has never disappointed me that way, but while James was not as long as Tim, I moaned as my fingers encircled his organ and I discovered that he was way thicker than I could have imagined!!His hands were no longer on the towel, but he murmured into my chest, “Keep the towel there.” and I complied. The lack of ability to see. An open mouthIs indecorousDuring intercourse,Even among acrobats,And dangerous besides.Sometimes a girlLooks like a boyWithout a penis.Breasts are so beautifulAnd cunts so hideousMen's feelings for womenAre ambiguous;That's why men preferAnal to vaginalIntercourseAnd shemales to females,If the truth is to be told.We dress the fleshAnd house itIn natural splendor,Lending to breastsAnd to buttocksThe beauty of woods,Mountains,Beaches,Rivers,And other placesImagined in our minds.Erotica is sexual.