When .sleeping., she.s about the size of my lillte fingertip, but when horny, she thickens up into triple-sized fleshy piece of beef . just like a sea...clam! (I love fantasizing a man hungrily tasting my juicy clam and eating it up uncooked. How naughty!) When home alone, I.d lock my room door and strip naked. Sitting on a pillow with my make-up mirror placed an inch from my openings, I enjoy in close-up watching her growing up bit by bit, swelling and pinking up with blood. It.s amazing! By the. ? Suddenly everything clicked – her mum’s razor! Putting the showerhead back, she reached for the purple handle. Carefully she popped off the razor blades and sat down. Her heart was thudding in her chest. With one hand she cautiously spread her soft lips. Her clit was hard and straining out of its hood. Claire placed the end of the razor onto herself. She took a deep breath and pressed the button. She squealed – vibrations were flooding through her body! The waves were taking her higher and. The greenish slime seemed to aid it as the tip stretched me out. I gripped two tentacles nearby for support as the sensation sent me into the stratosphere. Next thing I knew, the huge, mushroom shaped top popped in, my kitty closing around behind it, not wanting to let go almost as much as me.Through the lightning shooting from my kitty to my brain, I tried to emulate the images I kept getting, squeezing and relaxing my muscles till my kitty was sucking his thing as vigorously as my mouth had. Alice found she could quote many of Wilde’s aphorisms without embarrassment, for if they were recognised she was thought clever enough to have remembered them, and, if not, clever enough to have thought of them. The effect was the same. ‘One can always tell the married man, Sir Roland. A married man has no morals whatever. And hopes that his pretty companion lacks them too. Do you have any morals, Sir Roland?’ Her father chuckled. ‘Now, why should a handsome woman like you wonder that?’ he.