“Just so you know, right now your legs are closed together. If you bend your right knee, exposing your pussy, you’re indicating to those watching ...hat anyone can eat your pussy or fuck you.”“What should I do?” She looked briefly at him.“Honey, that’s completely up to you. I love you, either way, no matter your choice.” Cindy thought a moment, then bent her right knee, opening her pose.“Do you want a man or woman to enjoy your pussy?”“I’d like to experience both!” She admitted.“Then pick your. . shit ... you know me. I'm going to call it like I see it, so I did. Oh Billy, it might be a good time to approach your friend Jilly!"Sitting around the table, sipping on whatever they were drinking, they all laughed hysterically. They knew Heather didn't mince words. They'd heard her lay into the media at so-called press conferences. They'd ask a "stupid question" and Heather would give them the answer they deserved. It pissed off a lot of media people, but they knew better than to take her. As I walked down, she was cupping them, as she sat on her knees, nude on a loveseat with an awful pattern that rejected every other piece of furniture in the living room. I got onto the loveseat in front of her, and just... Threw myself to the wolves so to speak. I wasn't here for them really, even if I didn't mind all those horny guys around. I was here for these lips.And the embrace of a woman. Just to know what this dark fantasy of mine was like. I kissed her intently, and she wrapped her. Amy’s boyfriend was developing a guilty fantasy. He wanted Amy to punish him. He still was thrilled by any opportunity to spank Amy, but he also wanted Amy to spank him as well. A couple of nights later Paul and Amy were relaxing on Amy’s bed. They were undressed, but had not had sex yet. Paul was on his stomach, inadvertently lying on a couple of Amy’s textbooks, his bare bottom close to her. Amy wanted to pick up the books and put them away. She reached over and tugged at one of the books..