"Jeff, I want you to start writing erotica. What I do to you, I want you to write about. I think you can be a very good writer from what you told me ...ou did with my half-glasses that time I left them at your Mom's." I'll do that Gert, you touch me with those glasses and beaded chain and high-heels and I will write about it for you."Jeff, do you still think about getting married and wonder what it would be like to have me as a wife?" Yes I do Gert, let's start going out and doing things, and. Here lick this then suck it into your mouth just like a lolly pop. Each time I would clean his finger he would put it back into my pussy until someone else took the lead, as I got down he turned me and gave me a full kiss on the lips and squeezed then gently smacked my bum. I went round to Hubert and got on but when I let go of his cock he told me to keep hold and to lift my knees up, he placed his free hand over mine and gently moved it up and down I watched as the tip of his cock was covered. The brass walls of Dis loomed ahead. We marched through the gates. We would never escape here. We would be swallowed up and brutalized. Chantelle never let go of my hand. She never stopped whispering in my mind.She was stronger than me.I wished I could comfort her.But there was nothing left inside me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Emi YoshidaI watched the endless procession approach from the balcony of our Brass Palace. From here, the entirety of Dis was spread out before us, and beyond the. . He understood the twinkle now and his cock responded by pushing painfully against his flies. Flicking her skirt down, she grinned, he was like the cat that got the cream but didn't know the half of it yet, exiting the tube he couldn't take his hands off her arse, trying to get a second look, she turned and kissed him full on the lips, pressing her body hard against him she was beginning to get very wet herself.Grabbing her by the waist he lifted her slightly taking her by surprise he lifted.