Marcella’s blood was still boiling, but she could still not look away from the Virgin’s divine crotch depicted in that image, until soon her passi...nate indignation had turned into mere passion. Never had she felt a desire for another woman, but now, as she looked at the Virgin’s panty-clad crotch in that naughty image, Marcella discovered desires that she had never experienced before. She wished that she could plunge her face into that beautiful crotch and kiss it, lick it, worship it... and. I was typing with one hand and stroking my dick with the other, over my suit pants which was making for a rough rough texture compared to how soft I was imagining her pussy lips would be. I wondered if my dick would break her. I'm not particularly the largest hung person at a cocktail party but neither at the bottom of the charts fighting for relegation, but to an asian I think I'd be considered quite large or at least above average. I type a few seconds and hear a buzzing sound, as I turn my. I wasn’t bothering to cover my tits any more; he’d already seen what I’d got, and I’d seen his, so I reckoned we were even. “Fair’s fair,” I giggled. “I thought I might as well see what you’ve got under there.” I splashed back to the shore and flopped down on my back on the grass, my arms above my head, my legs slightly raised and my breasts heaving lightly with the exertion. Oh dear, I couldn’t get the picture of his wet cock out of my mind. He followed me out, and knelt down beside me. His. The band (who were now dressed like minstrels and now had lutes and pipesinstead of guitars) struck up and started to play. Almost like he wasentranced by the music, Philip (Philip, I've never called him Philip) ledme to the centre of the hall, as had everybody else. And everybody was ina couple. There were no arguments, everybody just seemed to know whotheir partner was and got on with dancing. And everybody knew the dance.It was so surreal.Ok, I know I just seemed to be going along with this,.