"Yes. Of course they do. How to re-pro-duce. But sex is more that re-pro-duc-tion," she almost spelled the word out."Yes indeed it is." I mean if it w...s just the re-pro-duc-tion thing we wouldn't have to fall in love, would we. Or get married." No. Sex is an act of love as well, almost the ultimate act of love. But that's besides the point I think. Do you want to know about love? Reproduction is the correct way to say it, by the way." No. There was a word in an article I read that I don't. She was so wet and aroused that even though she was super tight it was not difficult and I could move in slowly inch-by-inch. Finally my seven inches was all the way in. My pelvis was tucked up against her firm warm rounded ass. I held still and let her get used to the feeling. “Oh Rob, you feel huge this way. You feel so big. You’re way inside me. Oh god, it feels wonderful.” I waited until she started to rock her hips wanting some friction. Then I held her hips firmly and started to move in. ‘But I hear the better hotels put on a dessert menu at breakfast!’ ‘I see.’ I said. ‘I’ll just have to check with the maitre’d’. I’d just had a naughty thought, and figured I’d go along for the ride (so to speak). I went to my fridge and found what I’d hoped was there, the last pot of strawberry yoghurt. Picking it up I went to my cutlery draw, opened it, pretended to look, then slammed it shut before Simon could so. ‘Oh no’ I said, in my little girl lost voice. ‘No spoons. What can I do?’ I. It tastes like gasoline!”Zeke roared with laughter. “Yeah, it’s a little stronger than the fine wines and double-malt aged scotch you’re probably used to drinkin’. But I tell you, honey, it’s damn good shit.” He grabbed the jug back from her and took a long pull. I honestly didn’t know how he could do it.We had all finished eating. Zeke got up and took the kettle back into the kitchen. When he came back out, he grabbed our bowls and took them out too.Ox looked at us and said quietly,.