Her clothes complement her body. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as it is what you want,” she comforts you, snapping you back t... reality after staring at her. Did that just happen? Most people of your age laugh at you when you tell them you don’t go out and don’t drink alcohol, but she seems to respect you for choosing your own lifestyle. Since you’re thinking about that, there’s an awkward silence for some time. “Anyway, I wanted to ask your for help.. I really don’t. Are not the breasts,Belly,Cunt or cockWith balls,ButtocksAnd anusEnough?They arePlenty,Essence and core,Heart and soul.Nipples are holy.Areola haloesSurround like moatsThese tiny towersOf femininityAtop the hillsOf snowy breasts.The smooth, gentle slopeDown to the rising knollOf the forested pubesLeads my eye and handInto the crevice, moistWith the dew of your sex;To the column of your manhoodBejeweled with the fluidOf your alleged gender;To the eggsWithin the pouch of the scrotumYou so. Peter's primal instincts were now in overdrive, and he was trying to control himself. He was fantasizing about pinning Emma down on the bed and fuck her tight wet pussy ruthlessly like there is no tomorrow. He would push his cock forcefully, slapping his balls on her pussy, until Peter cums deep inside her, inseminating her fertile womb. Then he would own her, tie her down, fuck her again, and again, all day long. Maybe he would marry her if she got pregnant because she was so pretty.Peter was. ‘Holy shit!’ she said, finding her voice again while her hands again splayed themselves out on his pants. Her fingers were moving slightly, in place. Everyone was waiting, and wondering what exactly was happening. ‘Fuck, Eric,’ Cassandra, her voice normal now except perhaps a bit huskier. ‘I never knew you were so big!’ Some knew what she meant and their eyes immediately went to Eric’s crotch, while the others took a few seconds to realize it. Cassandra was squeezing the lump in Eric’s pants,.