This was his present to her- complete and utter pamper and satisfaction. He carried her to the bedroom and sat her down on the edge of the bed, starti...g to dress her in the outfit he had purchased for her. First he slowly rolled a pair of black stockings up her legs, the touch of the fabric and his fingers climbing up her legs making her throw her head back and sigh. Then he put the garter belt on, fastening it to the top of the stockings. Then came the pies de resistance- a black silk half bra. She decided to chance it."I'm not sure what you mean. Could you be more specific?"Amy blushed crimson: "You know ... make love to one another?"Daisy replied matter of factly: "Sure. Have been for years. But some of those poems were written in about 600 BC."Amy seemed half relieved, half disappointed and said: "But they don't still do it, right?" Of course, some women still do that."Amy thought for a moment, then asked: "But why?" Why what?" Why would a woman want to make love with another? What. And it was true that Thelma Cassidy, now a graceful-looking widow in her seventies and a demanding matriarch who still kept more active than a woman half her age, seemed ageless. Tim was certain that she would go on forever, and he hoped that Dr. Darling would do the same for an of them when the time came.The good doctor had left only moments before, and Sylvie's tender left buttock felt a tingling soreness where he had stuck the hypodermic needle in. Yet, she felt relieved that within minutes. “Oh yea baby fuck her hard!” I gasp out as Sarah continued her assault on my pleasure spot. Benny grunts and slams hard into her grabbing her hips as she moans against my vag. He begins to thrust hard, sounds filling the room as we groan and grunt with the force of our pleasure, the slapping of Benny’s balls against Sarah’s ass echoing through the room as she ruthlessly licks my clit until my orgasm bursts forth. I scream as my juices flow, my back arched with the force of my orgasm as Sarah.