I knelt in front of her and reached up and gently pulled the right one down, then the left one. I kissed her toes then her ankle, and I moved up to th... inside of her thighs. These, she opened for me and I moved up until I could kiss her cunt. It was moist and opened to my tongue. I licked up to her clitoris and down to the bottom. Then I lifted her thighs with my arms and licked her arse hole and pushed my nose right into her vagina."Come back to my clit darling". So I moved up and rubbed it. He lay down besides her… Her arms moving to try and embrace him. But not yet, this was not his time for pleasure, but hers. A single rose was held in his right hand… the petals slowly dragged across her flesh. Running over her cheeks. Her nose allowing her to smell the sweet sensations with in it. The rose danced across her body. Brushing over her sensitive nipples before moving across her damp exposed sex. Everything he did to her brought both moans of pleasure and whimpers of excitement to. Alan Riley, 38. Originally from Matlock, but I moved down to London after University. I got a job as a Geography teacher at a local secondary school, where I’ve been ever since. It was a fairly normal teaching job; annoying kids, annoying parents, and annoying co-workers, but I liked it. One day though, something happened. A recurring dream, but it feels like more than that. It’s too vivid.Myself and the lovely, newly-qualified Miss Amelia Parker had taken the Year 11 Geography students, 38 of. No trees. All they saw, in the dark, was sand. Only sand."Mommy was scared. The owner told them not to be scared, that everything would be OK. He'd go out and see what was out there. So, he went out."He never came back."Mommy and the others slept. In the morning, they looked out and saw sand as far as they could see. Sand, sand, and more sand! Nothing but sand! Now, they were all scared. Except for Real Daddy. Real Daddy told them that they'd be OK. They had food, after all, and bathrooms. So.