One by one, he pushed the stones deep inside my pussy with his fingers….five, six, eight of them at least. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, making...more of my girl juice come out. Then he picked up a handful of sand from the path, held it under my pussy, and started packing it into my pussy with his other hand. I was feeling itchy right away, but the sensation of having my pussy packed with sand was overwhelming. He repeated this until he had five handfuls of sand packed tightly in my. Quite arguably, the alcohol never takes away, only gives. He begins to relax. The drink pauses the treacherous grind, and when this sublime relaxation sets in, the man finds a kernel of truth within the mountains of desperate lies. At this point precisely a special relationship is formed with that particular glass of beer. Ah, the texture of it. Cold and penetrating, so penetrating that the man glances into his own soul and discovers through the joy of inebriation the purity of it. With each. I reached forward and pulled open my bedside drawer and pulled out a pretty pink vibrator. Nicky slid out from under me and grabbing the vibrator got between my legs and started to rub my slippery pussy juices all over the toy and then she bent down and kissed me deeply as she pushed it inside of my quivering pussy and gently worked it in and out. She then kissed my boobs and nipples and then my tummy. My legs tensed as I felt her hot breathe on my clit and my back arched as she locked her. " I kissed her once more and decided to stick to groping her breasts while rubbing my cock on her stomach. I would of never thought that to be stimulating at all, but I found myself erect from everything that was happening, and moved my cock to her breasts. "Wow, it's so big!" Madi giggled as she touched it, running her fingers up and down the shaft. "But not as big as your current boyfriend right?" Madi, at the time, was dating a guy from Michigan, and bragged about his big, ten inch cock.