.. To relieve the tension evident by the bulge in my pants, and quench this fire Wanting to insert myself inside a vaginal tunnel, fucking, for a time... long Feeding the pussy with each thrust as it sings a silent song Images of a fuck face accents the act, with each facial twitch Mutually masturbating each other, scratching that horny itch Throwing ourselves into a madness of pleasurable pain Fucking like wrestling lions on the African plain Moving in and out with ferocity, servicing a very hot. I WANT TO BE A PRETTY MOMMY AND GIRL WHEN I GROW UP. ISHOULD BE A GIRL NOW.DR: WHY DO FEEL THAT?ME: I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A GIRL. I AM A GIRL, ON THE INSIDE.DR: HOW LONG HAVE YOU FELT THAT WAY?ME: ALL THE TIME. I HATE BEING A BOY. BOYS ARE YUCKY.DR: OK, TAKE ME TO THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED HOUSE. CAN YOU DO THAT?ME: YES.DR: WHAT IS HAPPENING?ME: I AM COOKING DINNER FOR WHEN MY HUSBAND GET HOME. I AM WEARING MYBEST DRESS. I HOPE HE LIKES IT.....DAD, I'M SORRY!!!DR: WHAT'S. Her little skirt had pulled right up her thighs almost to her hip, and Claire felt a sudden rush of excitement as she realised her tiny white panties would be clearly visible to anyone passing by.Several minutes passed before a young couple came by arm in arm and holding each other in a visible display of their mutual love. As they came close, his eyes drifted away from his girlfriend to where Claire lay unconcernedly. They rested on Claire's upper thighs for a moment while his lips moved. " Lie down dear, knees near the bottom end but on it!" Lyn lay down, mark strapped her lower thighs just above the knee all round the table top, then the other strap secured her waist to the table." Make sure you can raise your calves in the air Lyn, it shows me you are enjoying it!!" Lyn slid her right hand underneath her and Mark noticed her bottom rise as she slid her hand into her groin! Mark sat on the sofa, picked up the dressage whip then WHICK, WHICK, WHICK , WHICK, WHICK ! Lyn cried.