Recently, however, you've got wind of a story that might just make your name.Tony, an acquaintance of yours returned from a holiday backpacking around...the English countryside, and came back with a story about an amazing little village he happened across, a tiny little place hidden deep in the middle of nowhere with the exotic sounding name of "Spurting-Spent". He tells you that the population there is 95% female, and they are all, in his words "constantly up for it" - a village full of horny,. She knows that her vagina is obviously a hungry pussy fully ready for his (this strange intruder) entrance. She hopes he isn’t too long because she knows all to well that monster cocks can hurt her cervix and ruin her orgasms. She wants a wide cock now, to stretch her and give her the feeling of total abandon, with whoever is attached to that wonderful muscle.She has reached the feeling that she had earlier dreamt. Held suspended above the deck by four sailors, with men sucking on her. Gayle opened the front door and ran into my arms kissing me and punching me all at the same time.“You... you bloody muppet.”God, she felt good in my arms, she’d obviously just showered and she smelt of roses, but this rose punched me again and took my hand.Jason raised his glass and mouthed a “Hi” as we passed on the way to the downstairs toilet.“Tell me the date on that,” she said as she handed me a crumpled little strip of tablets.“Er well according to this, you took the last pill three days. I got my degree and a good job and at the age of 33 I am a partner in my consulting firm. Her story is different. Wow, was I wrong about her age. She has just turned fifty-six. At the end of her sophomore year in college she got pregnant. Her boyfriend had just graduated and got a very good job in the insurance industry and they got married. Her father who was a high powered attorney wasn’t happy but he loved his daughter and supported her decision and she had a beautiful baby girl. Three years.