Danny looked a little confused and shook his head."Ooo, a girl hunt!" Miranda chirped. "What fun!" Count me in..." a feminine voice from somewhere beh...nd them called out."Me, too..." another voice replied."May as well all go..." a male voice, this time.Naked bodies began appearing and, mostly, heading up the staircase, probably to find clothing.Tia, Tara and Tanya came back down moments later, still naked. Frank and that other fellow from the second hunting party were dressed and both were. He couldn’t help wondering how many other cocks had been in his wife’s pussy before him and who was the one that took her virginity.Holly was happily settling into her new married life when she got a special delivery manila envelope at her work. It didn’t have a return address on it. Holly waited until her break to open it. Luckily, she was in the break room alone when she opened it. Holly let out a gasping cry as she looked at the contents. It was an 8X10 color photo of her on her knees with a. Oh, Bert, how could I have been so stupid as to tell you no. I will do anything, darling, anything. Please give me another chance to please you. Call me, Bert. I beg you. I will love you forever. Ann”Then, there was: “Migod Bert, I can’t stop thinking about it. I felt so powerless, so feminine, so wonderfully helpless and submissive as you held me upside down over the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing on my naked body, your face buried in my pussy, your hungry mouth lapping away, the bridge. I think that's one of the biggest differences between generations. Our mothers were taught that nice girls don't touch themselves down there except to wipe. We, on the other hand, would dive our fingers into our panties moments after getting home. An anonymous poll taken in school found that seven girls out of ten admitted to doing themselves at least once a week. In my case it was more like once a day.Doing yourself teaches you a lot, not the least of which is how things feel. Nobody was.