To this day, no one knows why he was tickle torturing these women on Halloween, but as he was getting dragged out of town, he cursed that every Hallow...en, the town will forever tortured with tickling. It seems his curse to be true, as several people will soon fall victim to ticklish torment!Or it could just be a coincidence, and I'm just trying to give a reason why there's so much tickling in one night. Either way, it's gonna be a 'howling' good time!Here are a few of the citizens of. I grew up in a rather large family and got my first taste of sex during the summer before my Senior year in high school. I was house-sitting my next-door neighbor’s place and I invited my BFF to check the place out with me one night. There were all kinds of goodies in the house but the thing I was most interested in sharing was the liquor cabinet.I grabbed a couple of bottles of Coke, a bottle of rum, and poured my friend and I a nice stiff drink. We clinked glasses like the grown-ups do and. Seven hours was normal, sometimes my mum’s alarm in the morning gave me the signal to finish.As far as I remember, I was always attracted to her. Since I was sixteen, I shaved my pubic hair. I just don't like my erect five-inch cock covered by hair. Until I was seventeen, we still went to a sauna spa together. While in the resting area, I remember telling her, “I think my pubic hair is starting to show.”After the back of her hand gently touching my crotch, she answered: “I don’t feel anything.”. I like to think I fuck with my eyes as well as my mouth when giving head. I let plenty of spit fall from my lips. I made quite the mess, but never broke eye contact. I would deep throat and get that thick saliva from the back of my mouth, then lick his shaft longways letting my spit cover my chin, his cock, my hand. I took my right hand and pushed him against the wall and stroked him to orgasm with my left. I took his cum in my mouth until he was empty. I stood up, never losing eye.