Imagine if they could control our healthy sexual urges at their whim. At first, they’ll say it’s only to protect themselves from the rapists, but ...ou watch, pretty soon, every woman in America will have a tube of this stuff sitting on their nightstand, or in their purse. This may bring us one step closer to a ‘feminist paradise,’ but it’s one giant step further away from the proper role that nature bred women to fulfill millions of years ago — keeping the cave clean and keeping the biggest. Joan sat up and played with Melissa as she rode Todd. One hand went to her own pussy to play with herself and keep her own desires in check, and the other went over and started to finger Melissa’s pussy. She spread her lips and played with her clit as Todd proceeded to fuck her, sliding his large dick in and out of her well lubricated pussy.Watching her best friend ride this dick was also a turn on for Joan. She moved her hand up and cupped Melissa’s breast, holding it in her hand as it shook. She made me think, THAT COULD BE ME.As low and as stripped of life as I was, she made me smile, she made me wonder, she made me feel sexual again (I didn't think that would ever be possible). Thank You G, I love you.The other was an older man from across the pond, who had related a similar story to mine that was experienced by his sister. He wanted so to comfort me, but was so afraid of sounding like he was coming on to me. He just wanted me to know that my pain was shared by others and that,. Forty minutes ago, I’d gone through the airport peep-show scanners and proceeded to be violated by a burly TSA agent with pimples, Wolverine muttonchops, and a squeakier voice than that girl from Scrubs. What a fucked up amalgamation of contradictory traits that jackass with the rubber gloves was. After the flight attendant wrapped up and I’d finally gotten as comfortable as possible, the intercom crackled to life and Captain Clive Stanton gave us the great news. Thirteen hours. The flight was.