The sudden barrage of thrusts against her sensitive depths made Marina see stars. She moans and arches her body up in an effort to ease the beating he... unstretched passage is receiving. Seeing the space created between her back and the floor when she arched up, I wrap my arms around her body tightly hugging her. This prevented her further efforts to ease the attack on the sensitive walls and put my face between her breasts. With my cock battering the gate to her womb and my face between her. So let's make one, shall we?Every Alternate Sex Culture has to have one feature in common. Just one:1) Vaginal intercourse, while still required for reproduction, is no longer considered the primary "sex" act. It might be considered niche or ignored entirely.Beyond that, there's a lot of possibilities! Specify your culture with these tags for convenience:Act: Which act is the new "fucking?" It could be titfucking, it could be oral, it could be footplay, it could be holding hands for Pete's. If she were working with clients, it would probably be best if I stayed away. I knew from my sales experience that the fewer distractions, or additions, to a sales pitch, the better it was.I went to the dining area and peered in from the side so I was sure to see everyone before I was seen. Bonnie was not in the room. The hostess came up and as I gave her my name, I saw Bonnie and a male coworker step out of the elevator, arm in arm. I had met the guy a few times. I knew he was about my age,. She paused (for dramatic effect, I'm sure) and said, "Yes, it is. And that puts today some thirty years later than you said you thought it is. That's, well, it's been puzzling me. You're obviously nowhere near thirty years old. So why do you think its Nineteen Seventy?"I sat back and thought about it for a while. Thirty years... where had I been? This body, it didn't seem right to me. Could I have been someone else thirty years ago? But that didn't make sense. How could a person turn into a.