Happy in their sterility,Women with other women layAnd, careless of fertility,Saw sex as but a form of play.Breasts were for kisses, not for milk,;The...mount of Venus, made for love;Feminine flesh, to rival silk--Naught was determined as above.Plastic or rubber phalli flashBetween lips, breasts, buttocks, or thighs,But never once does semen splashUpon lips, breasts, buttocks, or thighs.From the beginning, lesbians,Perverting roles God had assigned,Played at being women or menAs if to folly they. One man, the Chief of the Wyr Mountains, was a favorite lover of the Fenn. He was a tall and muscular man, tanned by the sun and hardened by the winds. His member was the largest of them all, round as a row paddle and hard as the rocks. The Chief provided the Fenn with the most pleasure, as he knew how to fill the young man up as much as possible. He had a few children and several female lovers, but one specific lover of his began to notice the mountain men’s affection of the Fenn: his wife,. Steadying her her moved over to the bar and spoke quietly to Shells hubby with out anybody hearing what was said.Hubby nodded his head and Mike pulled out his phone and walked Shells husband out the pub, he remained with him until the taxi arrived to take him back to their hotel. Mike had ensured that everyone including Shell remained inside the bar. Some 15 minutes later Mike returned to the bar alone. He returned to sit and speak to an old aunt and uncle.Shell having gone to the toilet to. Her name is Madhumita . Her husband is railway subcontractor for construction works. Her two sons are working in other cities. Her husband comes to house once in a week and other days he goes for the site. Aunty is nearly 40-45 but she is in good shape. I always like the Middle aged ladies as they have saggy boob which I love to squeeze .Her ass is so plumby that I always like to touch and press.She is very close to my family. especially with my Mom. Some times I go to her flat just to say hi..