I think women go through many sexual experiences, making them more acceptable in our heads than the reality. There should be no such thing as non-desc...ipt, mediocre sex. Every single time there should be fireworks or at least a sparkler of passion. In all honesty, this revelation came a couple of years ago. I genuinely thought that "alright" sex was good enough. What I would not settle for was bad, hang your head in shame sex. Again, it was student days and we had gone to a night club in Leeds. When Naama’s awakening had occurred she had been freed to wander the outer courtyard in the Springtime. Instead of pretending to browse the wares of each merchant she truly did so, causing raised eyebrows among the Priestesses and girls alike when she returned more excited about her purchases that any of the boys she’d seen. She’d been left to her desires for a month, then called into the head Priestess’s sanctum chamber to account for herself. She knew it was rare that a girl went this long. .Rick was sat in the living room playing on his xbox one that Jodi got him. He was playing Black Ops 3 when Jodi walked in. She was wearing a pink tank top that wrapped around her 32C breasts perfectly and a pair of booty shorts. "Honey would you like a coffee?" "No thanks Jodi im good". Jodi poured herself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room with Rick. Rick played his game while Jodi read her book. "So what's so interesting about this game then?" Said Jodi. "You hunt other players for. Several kids who had lost (or won) early were either masturbating as they watched the game, or paired off and screwed each other.Mary knew Eddie's skill with the feather. She tried to put him out of her mind and concentrate on Tony in front of her. But she was very ticklish and knew she wouldn't last long. Fortunately for Mary, Eddie lasted even less. Kneeling, with his elbows on the rug, with Matt's face between his legs, his anus was burning under the ministrations of the vibrator. Knowing.