"I'm not sure what you mean. Could you be more specific?"Amy blushed crimson: "You know ... make love to one another?"Daisy replied matter of factly: ...Sure. Have been for years. But some of those poems were written in about 600 BC."Amy seemed half relieved, half disappointed and said: "But they don't still do it, right?" Of course, some women still do that."Amy thought for a moment, then asked: "But why?" Why what?" Why would a woman want to make love with another? What could be the purpose of. “So damned tight,” he growled, slowly pulling back then pushing it back in.As he pulled back, she pressed against him and his cock bottomed out.“Feels so good, so fucking good. Fuck me,” she wailed. “Fuck my ass.”He gripped her hips as he pummeled his cock in and out. Their moans and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast, his cock bottoming out with every thrust.“So hot and tight, baby. You love how my cock feels in your ass, don’t you?”“Yes, yes! I. "Wow. You look like you shave don't you?" I asked."What are you talk--"I pretended I hadn't said that. I realized I had to be professional. And professional I was as I pulled out a large plastic cup and a instant DNA tester. He looked like he started to breathe heavily when he saw the cup.His arms were bound and behind his head and his eyes looked big as I touched both of his thighs.I was amazed at how baggy his shorts were. And I relished to feel his warm body a second time as I looked up at. My hands touched her bare feet and I began to massage the lotion into the soles of her feet. My hands ran over her smooth feet. I began to work it between each of her toes, each hand's movement mirroring the other with one foot in each. “We were cut short last time weren't we?” Laura asked. “I kinda feel bad for not seeing you in so long after what I promised you… and I wouldn't want any tan-lines. Would I?” I looked up at her as she reached behind her head to untie her bikini top. The strings.