"Let's just fuck, babe." It was an awesome session in which the strap-on was discarded, so that the two lovers could indulge in what they loved best -...scissoring. In Tina's experience (and she'd had several passionate women lovers) her Russian partner's scissoring skills were unequalled."If the Olympic Committee was ever to admit 'scissoring' as a sport, darling," she had once observed, "you'd be guaranteed a Gold Medal." * Strolling to the tube station the following morning - it was a much. The girls in school are mostly teases and even my teachers are no help. My geometry teacher Miss Phelps is always wearing nylons and garter belts..". The conversation went on like that for 45 minutes that seemed like hours. She asked me how many times I masturbated a day (usually three), what I thought of (you, mom, hoping without luck that my direct approach would end the conversation). Do I ever eat my own cum (sometimes, but it would be more fun doing that with a girl). What girls. Remember. Don’t think. Do.”Lifting her ass even higher, Summer brought the other hand between her legs and pushed her middle finger straight into her frothing hole. She pumped it while the other hand kept rolling over her clit.“Another one,” Abel growled. “Another finger, dammit.”With a long mewling sound rising from her throat, Summer slipped her ring finger in along with the middle one. She pumped the pair furiously in and out of her hole while assaulting her clit at the same time.“Good. She’s still dead and gone. Her mama still keeps her picture by her bedside and her daddy still plays the violin for her even though she ain’t there to hear it no more.’ The words were lost to the fat man. His heart was pounding away like a trip hammer. Blood was pouring freely from his nose and his vision was growing red. The capillaries in both of his eyes had ruptured and the irises were ringed with dark red. The man in black’s voice was like a shout from across a canyon, a muffled echo lost.