See you have an aura that surrounds you all the time but your body also supplies others with your natural scents that tell others about you.”“You ...ean like dogs?” I asked.She laughed.“I guess.” She said.“Well? You are beginning to make me feel a bit foolish. I mean it’s not that I don’t enjoy a good strip tease but honestly I want to get out by the pool before the sun goes down.”“Oh, yeah, ok. But you gotta promise not to laugh.”“Laugh?”“Yeah, just promise.” I said.“Paula, there is nothing. Her fingers worked wonders inside me. The pleasure I was feeling, which usually only came from my cock, seemed to be coming from my entire lower body. My legs tingled and occasionally twitched involuntarily. The deep, deep pleasure that my swelling prostate produced was almost too much to handle. Krissy was driving me wild; there was no way I could hold back much longer. But somehow, Krissy still refused to let me cum. I nearly blew half a dozen times whilst she finger fucked me and swirled her. We kept very close the entire day, with a lot of touching and snuggling and tender kisses.I swam in emotion the whole day. My own principally, but Chris' too and everyone else's. His parent's, the household staff's. The people in the other houses around the lake. The people in Wakefield and Reading and Stoneham. The people in Boston and Augusta. Pretty much all the people in New England were strong enough to feel individually. Further than that and it was just a sea of emotion, which thankfully. .it was marvelous....that went on for a few years, alternating in secret and hiding between the dong and shovel handle...until I started reading about fisting in those stories. It was described at a very realistic and extreme level, and the accompanying pics to the stories of tied up slaves receiving fists stuffed wrist deep into their cunts with the looks of pain on the receivers faces really got it going for me. Ever since I'd been wishing and dreaming, in secret, to have a brute manhandle my.