Zo gezegd zo gedaan. Ik smeerde wat creme op mijn lul. Wat is je kutje? Vroeg ik. Wist ik veel. Ja vrouwen hadden een kutje, maar mannen? Geef maar, z...i Jaap, en hij smeerde wat creme op zijn poepgaatje. Dit is mijn kutje, zei Jaap, daar moet jij je lul in steken en mij neuken, dat vind ik lekker. Van aids had nog niemand toen gehoord, dus toen Jaap gebeukt voor mij stond, probeerde ik mijn lul in zijn kut te duwen. Na enig friemelen, gelukte mij dit. Mijn lul gleed zijn kutje in. Een knellend. He was that afternoon. I picked up the bags, put my arms around Billy and we walked up the path. The door opened and there stood Janice.I had seen pictures of her but here she was in the flesh. She was 46, same age as me and sporting a white strappy top and joggers. Her black hair straggly and unkempt. Was a sign of doing some last minute spring cleaning before we arrived. She was really welcoming with her beaming smile and a "Hello you lot, glad you could make it." We were ushered into her. Pam had given birth to her first baby just a few months earlier and she planned to nurse her little boy for quite awhile. Pam began thinking about the sexy "party" she had the night before with her randy neighbor Eddie and how well he had fucked her while he'd rutted in and out of her tight clasping pussy. As she felt herself getting turned on again, she wanted Eddie to "accidentally" come over and end up fucking her the same way this afternoon. Pam slid her hand down under the waistband of her. Caviar spilling over her lithe body with tongues licking it off, like a director’s cut of a Marilyn Minter movie. Fire consuming her whole yet leaving her somehow intact, perhaps because of all the water. These were some of the images swirling in her inundated mind as who knew how many men scoured her young body. Not in a “fuck this bitch” way, but in a “give it to her” way, it being pleasure and themselves. Giving their best, not simply their cocks and fluids. As a reciprocal gift, not as.