I want to suck your cunt!"Angela giggled and looked at her friend. Janet's whole face was contorted with lust, as if she'd become sick with desire. An...ela sniffed and giggled again. The whole house smelled of cunt!"God, Janet. What have you been doing? Jacking off all morning?" That's exactly right! Now sit down, Angela! Please let me suck your cunt!"Angela shrugged and backed up to the nearest couch, sprawling on the cushions. Janet was all over Angela, pawing her big tits and rubbing her. I get about eight hours a day, and about ten at night.― Bill HicksIt was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I'd finished leading our church choir in a rousing rendition of Air Supply's Lost in Love, which we'd cleverly retitled Lost in Love…for Christ.The birds were chirping. Some homeless guy was idly pleasuring himself in a nearby park, using liquid rubber as lube.Wandering into a neighborhood Hallmark store, I perused the product. I loved reading the ingenious one liners authors of these cards came up. Spreading my cheeks, I felt her fingers trace across my hole, anexciting sensation that nearly made me jolt, and downwards still. Thatwas when I felt it, this spark, this electric sensation that racedthrough me the moment she touched me there. It made me jolt and give outa feminine yelp. God, since when was I so sensitive?"Relax..." the masseur said, and it was then that I realized that she wasreally ahe. "... Relax your body."Doing as I was told, I relaxed. Soon I could feel her, no, his. The red lights came on for the color tank to indicate that the temperature of the chemicals had reached the required level and Scott began loading the three rolls of film he had shot."Hi!"Scott turned to see fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh standing in the doorway."Hi, Kathy," he returned, finishing the load of the film in the automatic machine."What are you doing?" the pretty young blonde asked as she walked into the room."An exercise in futility," Scott remarked with a sigh."What?" the young.