But, it was a perfect feeling. It was the perfect combination of all prior insertions plus something new and wonderful added. It penetrated just deep...enough, just fast enough, and rubbed her right spots in just the perfect way. One orgasm, two, three, who knows? Janet wasn’t interested in counting, only in savoring. The pleasure was intense, yet, so wonderfully orchestrated, that she never experienced her usual, post-orgasm, sensitivity that made her need to stop for a moment and she simply. The next next day was a Sunday so no college I was sitting at home with full sadness.Suddenly I received a message. It was from her saying she want to meet me at a bus stop near her house.I was jumping in joy and got ready fast and went to the bus stop she was in a green chudidar she was really cute when I was about to reach her she called from phone and said to get into the next bus and take to ticket for the theater I was confused that what was going on. But still got onto the bus and took. For several minutes her gyrations continued, until her whole body spasmed, followed by total relaxation, as she seemed to melt into the bed. Jessica's hands released their grip, and her legs also relaxed, but remained d****d over my shoulders. I was quite sure she would want to fuck, so I left the juices inside her pussy to perform their natural role of lubricant. However, I licked every drop of the fresh nectar off her legs, belly and the outside of her pussy, before backing out from under her. It's a wonder my battered old hulk has survived it all.And here I sit atop rotting orange peels inside the dumpster, waiting for the trash haulers to take me away. I've seen better times, methinks.Poor deluded mortals, you still don't suspect, do you? We are the ones inspiring you. Muses? Ha! We're your muses. I and my many brothers and sisters over the millennia -- we're more than your humble writing instruments, much more. Styluses and quills, then pens and pencils, now typewriters, and.