“Okay, I'll do it. You want to be a fucking pervert and see me take a real cock, not that pathetic example you have between your legs. Fine, you fuc...er, you will. And you'll clean me up afterwards.” Kim's voice was firm and in control. “Plus, you will find the cock or cocks you want to see shooting their load up your wife's slutty cunt.”The fact that he would have to find the necessary cock or cocks, didn't worry Paul in the slightest. He had wanted this day to come for a long time and had. That's where I started to, accidentally almost, think about girls and admire their shape and pretty looks.I'd sit in my room quietly watching porn with men with massive cocks fucking women but after a while I'd end up watching girls masturbating and lesbians undressing each other and making what to me seemed like beautiful love. So sweet and perfect and I would furiously rub my wet pussy until I came as I watched, eagerly taking in every detail.Anyway to move on a couple of years I'd be in my. Morales stood thinking for a moment. “The article I read suggested two logs, each about six feet long. A foot thick and from a hardwood like oak, they’re supposed to last all night. If I can find a dead tree that isn’t rotten yet, and dry enough, that is.”“Okay. Six feet, plus a working space around the fire, then.”When Morales began cutting the side poles, their size ranging from an inch to two inches, Jasmine, now finished with the shoveling, gathered an armload of poles and started carrying. I remember sitting there just staring at her lovely body - her tits looked great underneath her bra and as she turned around her bum was great. My cock was getting hard again and she asked me what did I think. I blurted out something like she was great and looked really nice. She then done another couple of twirls and went back into her dresser.I just sat there and readjusted myself to make me comfortable and once again she walked back in displaying another set and asked me what I thought. My.