Most curiously herlittle cunny tingled slightly.“ You feel it now. Don’t you?” Andrea asked as she watched theprincess fondle her soft breasts. ...�� Yes, Andrea, I feel it. It’sbeautiful. It’s so strange. Like soft tickles, a hot bath on a winter’snight, exciting as the first day of spring.” Mira answered. “ Mynipples get hard, my tummy feels so warm. But most strangely mycunny tickles.”“ I thought it would. That is how it should be.” Andrea explained. “ Your cunny is another part that can give. Even though I knew whatto expect, I still felt an odd emptiness in my chest when I saw DawnSummers come up to us. She was dressed in a pair of comfortable women'sworn blue jeans and a pale pink sweater, and she had a touch of eyeshadow and lipstick on. Her long hair was carefully groomed, and Inoticed that her fingernails were painted deep red. There was no wayanyone would have believed this person had been a twentysomething manjust one week ago."Mike!" she exclaimed happily and ran to me. With. In fact, I think the simple truth was that she was interested in guys that made her juices run like those bulls over in Europe with all the men running their ass off to keep from getting gored. It was hard for me to watch one of those newsreels because I had this silly fear of getting gored by a sharp point horn and the very mention of a “bullfighter” was enough to send me into a tizzy.It was difficult to understand what intelligent women saw in guys that teased an angry half ton animal with. He pressed my thighs up and apart and licked my arse, shocking me. Then he moved forward and rammed his cock hard in my pussy. I grunted involuntarily."She likes it," said Mike, picking up a steady rhythm in my mouth, the head of his swollen cock grazing the back of my throat."Move over, Steve," said Phil, his fingers twisting at my sore nipples.Steve pulled out of my pussy and Phil took his place, raising my hips up and suddenly plunging his hot cock into my arse. I yelled this time, in.