She had never felt anything so strong before. She had no control over her body. Her hand slowly caressed the inside of her thigh. She slowly moved it ...owards her pulsing crotch, imagining him kissing her down her neck and gently rubbing her breasts. Her hand grazed her pussy, and she let out a small moan. She caught the lecturer say something about “...best years of your life...” before she fell deeper in to her fantasy. She pulled her thong over and started to slowly rub her clit, and she was. As soon as she sat down and leaned back, the hygienist rushed up to her and leaned in close. Marsha felt the other woman’s boobs rubbing up against her own chest. The hygienist grinned and, before Marsha could say anything, planted a big, wet kiss on Marsha’s lips. The kiss seemed to last forever, and Marsha struggled to get free, at first. Gradually, though, she felt something sapping her energy, and she relaxed into the bimbo’s embrace. A silly smile spread across Marsha’s face, as the. " Huh?" It's the sixteenth century. The men in my tribe wear only loin cloths. You want to conform to our customs, don't you? Remove your clothes." May I leave my loin cloth on?" I asked, already beginning to strip."Yes, you may."As I removed my clothes I was aware by the rustling sounds that she was doing the same. I stood in front of her, naked except for my boxer shorts. The room was chilly. "Princess Loretta, may I turn the air conditioner off?" You may, Sir Samuel," she said, sounding. ‘I need you to fuck me now!’ she gasped. I rolled off of her and fished in my jeans to get a condom. Val tried to sit up but fell back clumsily and we both laughed, giggling at the funny situation and at the unbelievable naughtiness of what we were doing. Instead she arched her back thrusting her pussy towards me. I moved my right hand up her calve, above the socks that our frantic undressing hadn’t had time to remove. I kept going up the soft inside of her leg up to her pussy. Her knickers.