"Ohhh!" the women cooed.Paula went next, and also hit the target with her spit.Jessica took her third turn--and missed--spitting onto his cheek.Silvin... missed, getting him in the eye again.Paula got her second bulls-eye in a row. Robert was struggling against the jaw spreader to swallow all the women's spit that had accumulated in his mouth so far.Jessica hit the target, but since she missed last time, this was, again, her first attempt at three in a row.Silvina dropped a big glob of spit into. We sat in the drawing room for some time and talked. I slowly but steadily shifted the topic from Academics to internet. Here is where Indian-Stories came in handy. She requested if I could take her to the site. As we were browsing through the site the mouse fell off the table and landed in her seat between her thighs. She was so much immersed in the ecstasy of the site that she did not notice the mouse. This was my chance I slowly brought my hand in-between her legs I was hardly inches form. On his part, the hummer handle and face fucking sort of leave him in charge. To that I will quote one of my favourite lines from a movie ‘control is an illusion you infantile egomaniac’.I was teasing him some more by drawing my tongue up the length of the long neck bottle and swirling it around the opening before wrapping my lips around it to tip it back and let it pour down my throat. It had been on ice and was super cold and dripping with condensation... it went down like kool-aid on this. If I kept on with what I was contemplating, I would have to cross a line. If anyone caught me they could lock me away for 5 years. However, I rationalized that during the pandemic, isolated and lonely in the absence of human male companionship, with my high libido and solitary masturbation that it was OK to receive and give pleasure to my best friend and most loyal companion. Anyway, I eventually rationalized that women have been having sex with dogs for centuries. Wolf was more loyal than.