I started to turn when I heard a gruff voice say '...no you don't, you ain't through yet...' before I could mutter a protest I felt his penis sliding ...eep into my rectum. Standing straight up I was on my tip toes as he hunched up into me and pulled me back down whispering '...I'm in your ass now, I'm there...'There was a ledge or something over the bench, I braced my hands on it to keep from being pummeled into the bench and having my knees battered. The guy reach around my chest and took hold. A heavy plastic casing was affixed to their front, looking like a large deep urinal. The face and chest of the wearer - made up in gloss white - were exposed in the bowl, and the exit pipe led to their groin area. The man who'd designed it remarked to Phyllis on the phone that it wouldn't be much fun if some bloke actually used it while she was wearing it.How wrong he was!A few streets away from where Phyllis lived, there was a pub, filled every night with heavy-drinking men. Late that night,. ”“So,” asked Maggie, “Would it be appropriate to call our home ‘Turtle Farm’ or ‘Turtle Haven?’”Pēteris and his Companions looked thoughtful, then he nodded, “Turtle Haven, I think.”In the privacy of the bathhouse, hair was washed, backs and other interesting parts were washed, and plans were laid. Sophie, sworn again to secrecy was kept busy hauling water, and to her continued delight, scrubbing and being scrubbed.Pēteris and his Companions, having sparred with Monty and tested his skills and. My pulse raced as she sat on the edge of her bed, alluring and simply delectable, her teasing modesty intact beneath hair long enough to sweep over breasts and drape between her legs.When her eyes bore into mine and I noticed her thighs parting in slow motion, hands lifting and separating her hair like a stage curtain, I tore to kneel before her for the grand opening.She was a sight. A light fuzz adorned her mons that led to the awakening furrow that she touched and rubbed for my pleasure. I.