Goosebumps rippled across her legs, bringing her a slight shiver. But she kept her composure. She thought back on what had just transpired in the bedr...om. It was a weekly ritual for Saturday night... And yet, each experience was utterly unique and special in its own indescribable way. This was the life she led; adventurous, mysterious, ever in motion yet firmly steadfast. Thus was the life she had chosen. Was choosing. Was living. Slowly she turned and retreated back to the master bedroom,. He must've realized that turning around would be suicidal - his cock, with that little bottle over its head, would have slapped me across my face - I was that close to his half-naked body. Wordlessly, he got on the bed and laid flat out, his docile cock hanging limply in front of him. Even in that unaroused state, his cock was large enough to keep the bottle on. It was a small thing, really, and that explained how Dad could have managed to get it stuck on his organ. The feeling of sympathy was. It's kind of fun being watched. Cindi booked me for 5 days at a reclusinve resort that reminded me of the James Bond scene. Nice suites with private pools close to an isolated beach.I transferred to a smaller plane in Miami and was seated across the aisle from a cute young couple. Sheri and Dan. They're both abut 27. They both have light brown hair, her's is very long and his is short. She has long legs and stands about 5'7". Maybe 120. Dan is about 5'(' and lean. We chatted and discovered we. " You're missing the point. I want to see other people fuck." Plenty of videos out there. Get a webcam. All sorts of shit on line." But it's in my head now. All I can think about is live fucking."Renee stared."Something. Him, in the flesh, just beyond my reach made me … gush." Gushed?"Amy nodded. She paused, wondering if her next statement was a little too personal. "I want to watch Dan fucking." Get a mirror. Go to a sex club." No." Amy swallowed hard. "Someone else."Renee arched an eyebrow..