." OK, you poetic bastard, you know how hot it makes me when you talk like that." Speaking of which, it's 'poetry time'." Oh no! You're not going to r...ad poetry to me again!" complained Darla." I thought it makes you hot." It does, but I'm already primed." But, honey, it's our anniversary! I always pick a poem to read you on our anniversary," Chuck, I'm telling you that you don't have to be Lord Byron to get into my pants." I know, but I need to be Robert Browning and you need to be Elizabeth. Finally hefound it just where her smooth, hairless back suddenly shifted intodarker and much more coarse skin. After finding the seam, Tom held itopen with his left hand and pulled a zipper tab down from there with hisright, ending at her bubbly butt.As the zipper was pulled down, a man's hairy back emerged from Cathy'ssilky one. Tom then began to take his hands out of the skinsuits',holding each individual, feminine finger at the glistening fingernailwith the other hand as he pulled out his. Naturally, Jane thought Mindy’s confession of love referred to the father of the baby, some anonymous man who lived in Cheyenne. Jane’s mouth twisted, and her hand stroked Mindy’s hair. “You’re better off without him,” she said. “No decent man would avoid his responsibility. Such a man would probably make a very poor father.”And the waterworks fired up again as Mindy slumped dejectedly into the arms of the woman who would soon hate her.The door opened and Bobby came in.“We’re using this room,”. With each of his thrusts, I pulled him into me, his balls slapping against my thighs. He was banging me so hard I thought the pile of hay bales might collapse. I had a feeling he might not last long – but that was good really, since we didn’t have much time anyway. I felt him start to shudder. “Ah, fuck, love, I’m gunna come,” he groaned. “Oh fuck yes, that’s good, come in me,” I murmured, encouragingly. Then he let out an enormous groan as he came, filling the condom with his sticky spunk as.