Bury it in your cunt.And I just kept thrusting you harder and harder, faster and faster. I could see you bite your lips in ecstasy. I would pull your ...air as I was thrusting you deeper and even deeper. I could tell that you have never before felt pleasure like this and now you needed more of this from me.So, you would come back to me again and again to receive even stronger and intense pleasure every second time. I was ramming you pussy. You were gasping for breath as I was fucking you. You. I was curious to see if the stories were true; that is possible to jump safely off the top of the falls. And also to explore the area behind the falls, perhaps even find a cave behind! It was from that upper vantage point that I saw movement below; surprising, since it was so early on a Sunday morning, when you’d expect everybody to be at mass, in an area where many still practice the old religion. I looked closer to see what looked like a person, a girl, sitting on the rocks at the edge of. Tully sat on the bed and rolled next to Babs. “So, what did you do today?” He reached down and took over puka puka duty. Babs rolled towards him and threw a leg lazily over his, and then reached down to toy with his puka puka.“Ummmm...” murmured Babs. “You’re distracting me. What was that?”Tully flicked his thumb across his wife’s clit, eliciting a small gasp of pleasure from her. “I asked what you did today.”“Oh, I took Brenda and Liz into town and taught them about puka puka roots. We all. May I ask a question? (PJ) (You just did!) (Chilli) Did any of you read my poem, "A TG Christmas"? If so, did you like the poetry concept? (And, if you didn't read it, WHY NOT? *Grin*) (*Wendy-J) ROTF The Nerve! (It really was a good poem. Possibly the first poem submitted to FM) (SteveZ) I loved it and told you so at that time. (Anne-Mal) You said you have published in the real world, could you say what type of article it was? (Chilli) Ann -- the things I have published have been of a.