She loved the idea of romance. A boy and a girl, holding hands, touching each other’s lips with their own, getting married, having babies and growin... old together. She was so curious about love that when she was about fourteen years of age, she bestowed an innocent kiss upon another boy’s mouth. His name was Arlan De Ghent, and his father was a lord in Denerim. After exchanging startled looks, both teenagers laughed heartily and continued to play in the yard. It wasn’t love of course, but it. After a few minutes I could feel my cum swell up and ready to explode. I told Cindy that I was going to cum and if she didn't want it in her mouth it was ok but to keep stroking it. Cindy just looked up at me and blinked her eyes and kept sucking and stroking.I put my hand on the side of her face and could feel my cock stretching her her mouth wide and then my cum started to shoot up my penis and into her throat. She gagged a little at first and let the cum run out of her mouth but kept. “This is made of and worth some big bucks!”Overheated by the hot day and his hauling of heavy furniture, Mark removed his shirt, as then his work pants, to lie in his underwear into the furry chair. Where touch of the buck-hide met bare skin the chair oddly stirred Mark, giving a friendly feeling. Lying stretched out on the big chair, the black short fur felt different, as almost welcoming, certainly unlike the many other relaxing chairs the store regularly sold.Something about the chair. Me and my parents and younger sister were in Spain to celebrate my eighteenth. We’d been invited out tonight by the couple just down the corridor in our block of apartment. Etta and Simon Brody were there names. Etta was dressed in a smart lime green dress which clung to her figure. She must have been in her late thirties but it didn’t show. “Anyway, me and Simon love it here in Spain. It’s just fantastic. Sun, sea and….,” Etta giggled. “Hey less of that – there’s kids round,” Simon mockingly.