She couldn’t control her body as she was wracked by electric surges running through her pussy and spreading through her belly.“That ain’t a cock... it’s a fucking electric pole hooked up to a high voltage power line,” Shirley said when she came down from her energy charged orgasm.“I don’t know how you do that Hoot, but you need to ride that Harley over to the trailer park one evening after work and give us both another fucking like that. That was awesome,” Mira said as she stood with her legs. They develop a morality based on common experience and the common good. We instill in our young women and budding transsexuals a Faith in something Greater than themselves.We also teach them how to use their sexuality, the greatest gift we've been given. Sexuality and the Free Will to use it. So many of our teen escorts never had a choice and the Hospice program gives them that. We're not operating a mere brothel, anyone can sell sex and with far less effort than we've put forth over the last. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. * * * * Not noticing how drunk he actually was, he had stumbled his way to her apartment door and knocked. A couple of seconds later the door opened a crack, but a chain was in place. ‘Oh, it’s you.’ She had said, as she closed the door back, took off the chain, and reopened it again, now fully. Now as he thought about it, if she wouldn’t have taken the chain off, maybe, just maybe, it would’ve all happened differently, and just maybe he would’ve. "I grabbed Nicole around her waist and lifted her onto the counter, and walked closer and slid back into her. Kisses were flying all over the place. Mine were all over her little face, and hers to my neck and chin, and lips and everywhere else she could add them.The door opened to the restroom and a middle-aged woman walked into the restroom, and into the first stall. Neither of us saw her, but I heard her. My orgasm was too close for this to stop now, and the pussy that was wrapped around my.