Sie spiegelt nicht meine Neigungen wieder. Ich sammele Informationen aus Erzählungen, Presse und TV, sowie Chat- und Teleerlebnissen. Manche Stories ...nthalten als Grundlage tatsächliche Ereignisse, die ich durch eine von mir dazu erfundene Handlung zu dem werden lasse, was ich hier veröffentliche......eine Geschichte. Andere sind freie Phantasie. Ich distanziere mich klar von Gewalt, insbesondere gegen Kinder. Ich distanziere mich von Verstößen gegen das bestehende Recht. Ich verschließe aber. I posture up yet again, my naked breasts slide against his rough denim, and encounter his finger on my lips. I kiss it. It turns over and unfolds, that demanding palm again. I remain there, my lips at his hand, unzipping my skirt and sliding out of my undies. I hand them over, one by one. Naked under his desk. His plaything. The drawer closes, the tiny click sound it makes as he eases it shut feels dangerous. The finality of my surrender in that click.I stay there, my cunt growing moist as I. Darla listened intently as the familiar voice of Dr. Anderson spoke. "Please, welcome our ptaient Darla to today's anatomy lesson. Today you, my Internet audience, will witness the proper way to examine a highly oversexed female. Though our subject has involuntarily agreed to help us, I have blindfolded her in order to protect her anonymity, but like all subjects in medicine she is subject to the mercy of the doctor."The doctor then continued on and said to her, "My dear Darla, since you are. The fragrance I smelled was her hair, as her head was tucked up under my chin. She was wrapped in my arms; my left was under her, and my right was wrapped around her waist, with my right hand cradling her right breast, held in place by one of her hands. I gave the breast a slight squeeze, and heard a low 'Hmmm' from her throat. She snuggled a little closer, so that we were truly spooned together, our bodies in contact all along the length of her back, buttocks, and thighs. The heightened level.