" She ducked easily under the pillows and assorted stuffed animals that came flying through the air towards her, and plopped herself down on the bed. ...Jeez, don't you guys do anything but screw?" I wouldn't know," fumed her sister, "every time we try to, someone interrupts us." That's a shame," said Stacy, flicking her long hair back over her shoulder. "You two should put a lock on the door or something." I think it would be easier to just kill you." Tracy gently but firmly pushed Clifford off. It was too late. They were here.Ben waved and caught Lara's attention, then pointed behind him to the pursuing Leathernecks. She nodded and poured on the gas. Ben floored it as well. Ben's ride was a big road eating monster; a big bike with a big engine. It wasn't as manoeuvrable as a smaller machine like Lara's, but nothing on wheels could match his top end. Mo had installed a recoil booster on his bike last year, and Ben could have used it now to blast him even faster, but that would leave. There was a big wet patch on his undies and I quickly had my mouth on his throbbing bulge. Fuck, he shot his wad before could get his cock out! Isucked his thick cock snot through the material, very tasty. He lifted his butt up and shucked his spermy undies down. His meat stick was just the right size for me and not overly thick, but best was his thick wrinkly overhang which by now was coated in slime. Naturally I stuck my tongue inside his cock hood and slurped the remnants of his spunk out,. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book).4. The letters were written by a friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry's studio to.