The first thing she tried to think of was all the games she had gone to at Tennessee U growing up. The more the person played with her nipple the hard...r it was to focus on the memory. More like the memory started to change on her. Finally after a few seconds of the person who was playing with her nipple stopped and removed their hand from her body. She could tell the side that her body was played with and the voices that she has heard it had to have been Monika that had played with her nipple.. She was going to take the day off and I would be free to devote my time to my new job. I nodded my understanding, and watched her approach me. She was dressed for a day of lounging in jeans, sneakers, and a flannel shirt that hung loose at her waist."Pick up bread on your way home. I'll make soup and a sandwich for lunch," she said, as she cocked her head sideways for a parting kiss. I prolonged the kiss until she pushed me out the door, still grinning about something that I failed to. His hands began to feel softer and slower. His strokes were long and measured but it felt like he had shifted gears. His hands came up your thigh and kept going, rolling over your buttocks and tracing down either side. His inside hand followed the line of your tailbone, between your cheeks and down against your pussy. It was heaven to be finally touched there, the contact sent electric sparks up through your body and you moaned uncontrollably. As he leaned over you felt his weight on the. A woman on her knees giving a joyful blow job, another bent over double to grasp her ankles as her lover took her from behind. One woman even did a one-handed handstand, her knees over her lover’s shoulders so that he could eat out her pussy while she sucked his cock into her mouth. Some got even stranger. On another page, two men with bloated cocks were eagerly fucking a donkey. Another woman fell submissively on her knees before a powerful (and well-hung) lion. A third woman seemed to be.