I tossed and turned in bed for a good hour before I finally drifted off.I heard a soft moan which awoke me from my sleep. I laid there quiet listenin... for the source. I heard another soft moan, only this time is was more intense. I quietly got out of bed and made my way silently down the hallway following the sounds of the erotic moans now. I stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the door to the spare bedroom. It was still cracked open so I peeked through.My cock sprung to complete. I could see the Porter clan becoming a family band, maybe becoming Oregon's answer to the Cowsills or the Osmonds. Of course neither of those family groups had found widespread recognition yet, so I had to explain to Mom and Dad, who at least I could explain it to. I threw in the Jackson Five while I was at it, but I didn't say a word about the unappealing morass of weird that was Michael Jackson's later life.That discussion led to a longer one once we got home about upcoming events, looking. She had known Stephanie and her husband Ben for several months now. They had contacted her via a website where she had posted an erotic story she had written. It had all started with just a simple message about how good Stephanie and Ben had thought the story was and had evolved into something much more. Cathy smiled at her cam and began to typeCathy: Hey there!Steph: Hi Gorgeous, how’s my girlfriend?Cathy giggled and blushed a little. She always felt a little flutter in her stomach when. To them, it’s the most delicious biscuit in the world, and it reduces them to slobbering dogs. In the world today, there are an increasing number of women like me. Millions of us now know that we possess the ultimate power to enslave men, and that power is nestled comfortably between our legs. What a stark contrast to the ridiculous-looking thing that resides between a male's legs - an organ that provides women with an easy and available conduit to a man’s body and soul. Let me briefly.