He reached the top, before vaulting over the rail to meet a grisly sight. His stomach heaved as his eyes traced the almost bone dry bodies on the floo..., surrounded by red and strange black stains. An omnious feeling prickled his back and he looked around for a weapon. On the floor, in between two bodies who appeared to have been brutally fighting before one skewered the other in the face before breaking his own back, lay a sturdy blackened crowbar. Troy picked it up, testing the weight,. "Switch?"Her husband rasped out as he slid from her mouth and she gulped in large lungful of air. Mr. 106 didn't stop straight away and slammed as hard as he could into her making her grab the edge of the bed burying her head into the sheet as his thrust fell just short of pain but sent pleasurable waves throughout her. He stopped moments later as the guys swapped ends, her husband sliding straight into her and accelerating up to jackhammer speed straight away. Mr. 106 stood in front of her,. He was a quick learner though and, after the first hour, which was lightened by helpless laughter from both of them, he was getting round the floor without treading on her toes too often. There were more foxtrots in the second hour and towards the end Becca allowed him to do little more than rock to them. He was intoxicated by her lightness and softness in his arms, the smell of her hair and the touch of her cheek against his. For her part, she felt at home dancing with him as she had with Tom. I found so many sites dedicated to my perversion that I began to tell myself that I was normal. As I read the stories and stared at the pictures, it seemed that every woman was doing it. I read the stories over and over. I told myself that most were fantasies written by men but some rang true. Some spoke to me. The photos and movies of women doing it were such a turn on. I would get so wet staring at the images of women on their hands and knees sucking and fucking those dripping wet pointy.