. I can’t imagine how good that will feel ... To feel it wriggling around as it dies inside me...” She pauses. “That probably sounds completely ...emented and cruel ... But it’s a perverted desire, it’s supposed to be demented! I can’t control what turns me on!”We can’t argue with this comment – no one controls what turns them on, that’s why we have our show after all...She’s still talking, trying to explain herself – not looking as if she’s worried anyone will judge her, just wanting to be. I’m gonna start this in the third person. Hope you all will enjoy. Qamar, the usual erotic experience publisher, once decided to do something different, something special for his audience. As the Buddhist he is, he believed in afterlife.How do I combine the world on the other side, with eroticism?That was something he was thinking of for a long time.So he decided to start his experiment, in his own way.At this moment, it’s relevant to say that he’s a Sri Lankan, so he went to the nearest. Joe's prick jutted out obscenely as he lowered himself down into the hot scented water and held his sister's panties to his nose, they were damp and smelled of her very essence, the essence that he'd been denied for so long,Then the door opened and she walked in wearing a ridiculously tiny maid's apron and a smile and carrying a bottle of champagne with two glasses,"Would sir care to join me in a little drink?" she asked giving him both glasses to hold,"Sir would like that very much" he laughed. "Come on I'll show you something else too"This time I made her go in front of me up the slope of the hill so I could admire the way the gossamer thin pants caressed the delicate flesh between her legs, once she stumbled and as her feet slipped apart I kissed the outline of her pouting sex.She giggled and would have stayed there, but I put my hands on her beautiful bottom and pushed her the final few feet to the ledge where a tiny rivulet of crystal clear water emerged from the hillside, ran.