Her sweet cunt had some spasms around my hand as her body shook. She then cried: “I cannot wait to feel your cock in my asshole…”She shuddered a... she came. I could feel her stretched cunt contracting around my fist. Sheila came over and over as I kept fisting her. I leaned over and kissed her red lips. She moaned…I finally slid my hand out; dripping with her juices. Bunching three fingers together, I began slowly to push at her tight asshole.Sheila moaned softly, feeling my fingers passing. After, I was seated at a large, mirrored vanity. Taking a hairbrush, Bessie began to comb my flaxen curls, while her sister moved to my side to provide a manicure. This was luxuriousness defined.I was mystified, however, when Bessie began to strop a razor while Jenny mixed lather in a shaving bowl. I was informed that most of the women in the household shaved their bodies. It seemed that most of them had gentlemen callers with whom they allowed considerable liberties, and that this had become a. . she opened the lid and sniffed -- nothing, too stuffed up. She poured a small glass and downed it. Yes, it tasted like it. Orange juice! Salvation! She gathered the jug up in her arms, clutching a plastic tumbler in one hand, and pushed through the door.Dropping onto the couch in the living room, she poured herself a tumblerful of juice, switched on the TV, and started watching. As she swallowed a big gulp, her eyes widened a bit. She held the tumbler up and examined it more closely, then. From there, it is only a short distance to finding the pleasure you will be feeling, and being relaxed ought to help you focus upon that pleasure."She looked at me skeptically. I expanded. "You ever smoke marijuana?" A couple of times. I even inhaled!" Did you get stoned, the first time?" No. I wondered what all the fuss was about. I got sort of sleepy, and things seemed sort of unreal. I didn't get stoned until the third time, I think, that I smoked." That is the effect I am seeking. With.