His cock was almost seven inches long and cut. I smiled feeling his hard cock in my hand. I stroked it slowly, and then wrapped my lips around his coc... head. I took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked it good. I could hear him moan. “Would you mind taking off your pants?” I said. He got up and took off his pants. He again sat down in his chair, and I sucked his cock a little more. “You are really amazing, Alice,” he said. “Thanks, you have a nice cock too,” I said. “Would you eat my pussy?”. She loves them on our yearly calender of 'Tournois de Grand Prix', like Easter in Paris, Ascension's in awesome Amsterdam and Whitsum's in Hansestadt Hamburg or some Château in provinence of Nantes. Like only once in the centuries old "la Perverchère", at the top of a long slow sloped hill with a lawn like in Londons Wimbledon.For atmosphere and a more even distrution among both sexes, we both prefer those in France, like 'her' EGC of 1987 at another Campus:: Baking in the late Spring or early. Luckily, Indian summer warmed the air, one last brief romance before the winter snows began. Tonight at the local high school, the Harvest Moon dance was in full force. Blue jeans and tennis shoes had been traded for tuxedos and formal gowns, the gym had been transformed into a fantasy land of crepe paper and balloons. The theme this year was a simple one, “Harvest your future”. Laura stood in front of her full length mirror styling her long blonde hair, applying the last touches to her. "Why?" I panted, knowing that I was once again poised on the precipice of oblivion. "Why are you doing this to me? Over and over ... Why?" It will soon just be second nature, my dear. Soon, you won't hesitate ... and you won't question. It is in your nature to be dominated ... to ALLOW yourself to be dominated. As I told you, that's not necessarily a bad thing. You are a wonderful girl ... and you should let yourself be who you are. THIS is who you are, Betty. Submissive and docile. You allow.