" Better than your husband's?" he asked for a second time, wanting to hear her say it again."Ohhh, yes," she said, grinding her hairy cum-soaked pussy...into him, nearly causing his limp cock to slip out of her slimy wet snatch.Lifting his face, Ray looked her in the eye. "That pussy's mine?" he asked."Yes." Tell me, again." Yes, Ray, that pussy's yours. Anytime you want it baby, just take it."Before he could ask his next question, "What about your husband," Ray heard the front door to his. **** Now, almost two years later, a familiar voice roused Jake from his troubled thoughts as he walked across campus on afternoon. Jake? Jake looked up towards the source of the voice. It was a beautiful, dark haired girl wearing glasses, who standing about ten feet away from him. It is you! she said, positively beaming at the sight of him. Bea? Yes! They ran and embraced each other as if the world depended upon it, both feeling like a part of themselves had returned after not seeing each. The Institute has surpassed anything Masters and Johnson ever gathered, let alone Kinsey Institute. It is gratifying that both have asked for the Institute of Sexual Exploration to share their data. Even internationally, everyone in the field is eager for the release of ISE’s latest findings.Emma and Donald balance their lives with other activities too. They and Sasha and Joseph often dine, attend performances, and just visit over drinks at least once a week. In the early days, Sasha is. One day I was one of the last to finish showering so the locker room was almost empty as the others had already dressed and were waiting outside of the locker room for the bell to ring. I was on a row by myself and had just finished drying off and was about to put on my underwear when he came around the corner. I knew what he was going to do, but this time I did not cover up or pull away when he grabbed at my cock. He was surprised that I didn't pull away but he began to stroke my penis with.