How could those giants of literature be so wrong? I was disappointed to my core; I almost started crying!This required a lot of thought, so I snapped ...y consciousness back to my room. As I lay in my bed ruminating over what I had seen, I heard my mother call me to supper.At supper, I asked my father what he knew about Venus' surface.His answer was, "All I know is what I have read in the science fiction magazines. The problem is that they don't know either. Remember that those stories are. She finally backed off his cock enough to complain. "You're breaking my concentration ... Ooo! Stop that! Oh, that feels nice, but..." I think he's hard enough," Beverley said as she closed her hand on his shaft and stroked it to confirm her observation. "God knows I'm wet enough!"Malcolm's upper body fell off the divan as he chased Agnes's retreating pussy with his fingers. Fortunately the unusual couch was low enough that he was able to stop his fall when his arms reached the floor before his. I continued to lay on my back, right next to the other two girls as Lauren glided effortlessly into my arms. We began to kiss, and she seemed to melt into me with a sort of feminine willingness, a need to be so close to someone that you no longer knew where you ended and they began. This kiss was different from anything previous in the night. It was more sensual, more arousing, more emotional. Lauren and I were connecting in a way that I hadn’t been able to with the other girls, and I gave. He withdrew momentarily and Lauren opened her eyes, watching as he pulled back the foreskin to offer her the purple, shiny knob before slamming back into her, painfully pushing her upper lip against her teeth. A blur of pubic hair accompanied the foul smell of his groin as she fought to breath; globules of cum irritated her nasal passages, stinging the back of her throat. She shook uncontrollably now, muscles strained into aching, her stomach especially painful as she retched against the thick.