Inside he was seated and Mary looked examined his face. She looked at a rash on his neck and inquired how long he had had that shaving rash. He said...he only got it during the summer and it went away in the winter. She went over to a shelf and produced a white can. When she showed it to him it read "Lartiere Medicated Shave Mousse"This will make that go away in a few days. If it starts to return then use this again for two weeks."She proceeded with the facial and shortly Dan was finished. . My dream flashes back into my mind and I seem to move back and forth between fantasy and reality. My oily finger slips easily into her tight vagina and she groans. It is wonderful. My finger is pressed on all sides by puffy pouches of slippery muscle, like the inside of an oiled boxing glove. It feels exactly the same in real life as it did in my dream. Only her shave pussy is different. “Amazing . . . ““What’s wrong?” Tabatha stops moving and looks at me.“Nothing,” I reassure her and. He liked his women intelligent, bisexual, and dirty in the mouth when in the sack. Anal sex was his solution to pregnancy prevention. He hated condoms.Jon Brigley: Well rounded in both the offensive and defensive departments, Jon was the only group member who enjoyed swapping bodies for sex, other than myself. He seemed to prefer threesomes, and while his cock was the only one, he was pretty fair about getting fucked by it as much as he fucked with it. Out of all the voices with slaves, he. It could not have been a moment later a hand crawled up my leg from my toes making the hairs on my legs stand as the hand brushed up my leg. Without warning the slit in my boxers was unravelled and my cock was in her hand. It sprung to life with urgency and anticipation. My heartbeat hastened in response and I felt the wetness of her tongue flicking my bishop. It was heaven. I made an attempt, with my hands, to get involved but she just pushed them away. I withdrew my hands but still feeling.