Her firm muscular pecs made herchest look so very strong and manly, her torso glistening with the sweatof the rippling washboard of the muscles of her...abdomen.I pull her Y-Fronts down to her knees to reveal her hairy unkempt bush. Irun my tongue along her firm muscular thighs and then I grab her tightfirm masculine ass and pull her crotch hard against my face. Now all Iwant is to suck on the erect clit that juts obscenely from the midst herpubes.As she pounds at my face with her clit I suck to. It was delayed gratification along with sating a less salacious need. We were hungry twice over. Jill let us finish our salads and most of our plates of spaghetti before accidently on purpose dropping a meatball onto her left breast. ‘Oh that will stain,’ she complained. ‘Not if we douse it with water,’ I suggested, pouring her full glass over her tit, making the cotton transparent, revealing her long thick nipple in all its glory. ‘And I wanted to lick it off,’ Evie almost whined. ‘Give it a. She openly talked about how she "hated" perfume soap, how cologne made her head hurt and how much she loved the natural scent of her man. She kept talking about what she wanted; "a man, a real man. A man that has the body hair of a man, that smells like a man after mowing the lawn and washing the car and just oooohhhh. You know." She was a totally new dynamic in the usual party scene, and I loved it. I loved listening to her as most of the regulars were the highly primped, pruned, and would. "Jesus, get in the stretcher! Have the plasma expander ready!" somebody shouted.Somebody put a sheet over her back, and then they turned her over, wrapping her in the sheet. Some sort of padding was stuffed between her legs, and she flinched with the pain."Oh fuck, look at her breasts!" a male voice exclaimed in abject horror."Shut your face!" the female EMT barked. "Miss Darling, are you in pain?"Deirdre screwed up her eyes to look at her and the EMT realized the monstrous stupidity of her.