.. "Yes you do," she teased. "But I'll give you a clue: he's masturbating to the image of my body right NOW!"For a moment, silence. Then, the soft sou...d of my hand, sliding up and down my stiff cock."Oh, God," I groan in defeat."Yessssss," she hisses. "You! You can't resist my body... my voice... it fills your mind, doesn't it? Your cock is already a slave to my body, to my tits, to my pussy, to ME. That's why you can't get it up for your wife anymore... because your cock belongs to me.... "I'm not used to getting love letters."Especially on college note paper! Well, well! And Mrs Whitehead buried last Friday. But, come to think, she and this girl had been thick as thieves - always going out together. Never a breath of scandal before - not about Dr Whitehead - despite Mrs W. being older and him with all the girls mooning over him. Well, well.I patted her shoulder and left her reading the letter.Sarah's DiarySarah's Diary - Sunday 30 May ContinuedWeird - because there was a. On one of my trips to buy porn movies, I saw a magazine that had photos of real girls on the cover. It was called Select and being in plastic, I couldn't open it so I bought it. It turned out to be a swinger magazine but some couples just wanted to swap pictures through the mail. So we began swapping pictures with couples all over. But by then we'd also shown Lynn's photos to some of my friends and this led up to some threesomes and then wife swapping.The first couple we swapped with was a big. You are alternately sucking my little clit, dipping your sexy tongue into my honey-pot, then withdrawing it, and licking around the edges. I am no longer feeling chilly, but as hot as the campfire. After what seems like an eternity, I feel you gently kissing, licking and nibbling the inside of my thighs. I spot the dish of berries nearby, and say ‘Now it’s MY turn to have dessert!’ I pull you down next to me, then reaching for the berries, I dip my hand into the bowl and come up with a handful..