Her hand slipped up and down, gradually bringing the life blood back into me.She moved her lips away from mine and towards my ear.“Do my arse with y...ur tongue,” she whispered.She pulled back and looked into my eyes with a pleading look.“Where did you learn that?” I asked.“I love watching porn on the internet,” she said, “I've learnt so much that way, more than with the few boys I've been with. They just can't cut it most of the time, sex to them is a quick fondle and get it straight in. I want. Part of the problem was that he didn't know what, if anything she wanted from him. On one hand, he hoped that her behavior with him a few days before was a one-time impulse thing and that it was out of her system. On the other hand, try as he might, he could not stop thinking about Taylor showing her body to him. That 'hand' definitely wanted to see Taylor's breasts again.Hearing Tommy say that Taylor might have a crush on him didn't help Jack's sanity one bit. Once again, it had two sides. He. In the simplest of turns, it is a godly penis. It has many powers, whomever you use it on will greatly enjoy it and feel pleasure, as will you. The smell of it can overpower some wills, and the semen you produce will be addictive and have its own powers. You choose what powers to use. It can make a one get larger breasts or hips or buttocks, or whatever you so choose. It can corrupt their mind, it can lower their intelligence. It can bestow them with a dick with powers you may choose, if any.. Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe. I sat all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Today was Christmas day. Mrs. Foster had invited a couple to dinner that she and Mr. Foster had known for many years, and a friend that they called Uncle Joe. Joe wasn’t really an.