Chris looked down at me and said 'nothing I like better than a tight fat piece of boy pussy. Give me a minute and I'll breed that ass right'. I watche... as Chris went over to the desk and poured himself another cup of wine. I started to raise up and Chris said 'no, don't you move. I want that ass cunt to be well lubed for me when I finish my drink'. I laid back down and watched as Chris finished his wine. When he put the cup back on the desk, he turned back to face me. His cock was again hard. ” Kate shook her head. She had never really considered such questions. As often happened when talking to A. she was caught up wondering just what it was that drove him to spend time on such arcane questions. He was not just a sex geek, he could speak with authority on an impressively wide range of topics. “OK, so a popular theory of mixology was worked out by a Wall Street banker during the gilded age. According to his theory, a cocktail should have a series of contrasting ingredients. So a. She fell into the routine of day to day work, doing her assignments, working hard. Time slipped by, and the newness of her femininity wore off. She was so used to wearing a bra now, that she would have felt naked without one. Feminine mannerisms in movement and speech were ingrained in her mind, to the point of becoming automatic. Without thinking, she always did the feminine thing.So one day, after hitting the shower, she was a bit shocked when she looked in the mirror. She could swear that. I heard her begin to inhale and exhale very sharply, very suddenly. "I love Shawna, but it's nice to have an older woman lick your nipples, every now and then," Erin let out. I giggled a little bit, and I enjoyed her nipples. I was licking them quickly, and I seemed to needing a bigger dose of them. I still didn't consider myself a lesbian, but I just loved this MILF's nipples. I wasn't sure how old Erin was, but I was just glad she was older like me. I made her feel good, and I had her moaning.