There was a similarity between the two photos. The extra shining genitals were like my shining erection. The cunt in the print was dripping love juice... One drop was hanging down from her exposed and large clitoris. The face of the female subject was full of lust and contorted like being in the midst of a huge orgasmic wave. Her hands were clutching the white sheet with extreme f***e, conveying a tensed look to her figure being on the verge of an orgasmic bliss. Etty put down the prints back. " And how are things between you?"David shrugged."Don't be an ass, David. It's obvious you want to talk about her, so don't make me drag it out of you." Sorry, you're right. Things are both wonderful and confusing. Do you remember what's on our list? Well, I gave her honesty an A. Openness is an A-, since we still haven't talked about her crying fit that night. Reliability, no one could expect or ask for more; trustworthiness, the same. Interest is also the same. Fit, I just can't be sure and. Reggie slid a hand up to the right side of her head and pushed her face closer to bill. Donna looked to the side and realized what he wanted. THIS was bringing back great memory's from her college days. Bill moved closer so his cock was next to her lips as Reggie continued to push gently. Bill reached behind her head and ran his fingers into her hair. With a cock inside her and another brushing her lips She opened her mouth to moan. When she did bill grasped the back of her head and pushed his. Lights were on in most of the houses, and dull shadows thrown from the glow of televisions danced on the walls and faces of our neighbors. Cars drove by at safe, reasonable speeds. Cats scampered past, bodies pressed close to the ground, chasing mice and squirrels and birds with lazy perseverance. Someone out of the frame of the window was shooting hoops, the thump and the tinny, hollow ring of the basketball echoing down the nearly empty streets. Headlights briefly splashed across our walls. A.