That was the first time I’d masturbated to lesbian porn. I’d never realised before just how sensual two women could be together and how God damn s...xy it really was. I’d obviously heard the rumours that women were the best at eating other women out, because they knew what the woman wanted, but I’d always laughed it off and felt smug that my man always knew what I wanted. But now, I find that it’s all I can think about. Just the idea of another woman down there, all soft lips and knowing tongue. She, Alicia and I were sitting at the dining table at home, reviewing the day's events and surveying the twenty-six notes, which I had carefully laid out in alphabetical order. (It must be the bureaucrat in me.)There seemed to be little doubt that all these girls were "primed". If so, Albert's theories suggested and experience demonstrated that they would not rest until they fucked me. And it had to be done: not until the "capture" was complete could I reduce them to obedience and be sure they. She moves her hands to wiggle her panties down to her hips and thighs. Tim is going wild, feeling her silk panties against his throbbing cock.Tim’s prick is at full salute and throbbing for attention. Abbie rubs her crack against it, up and now, wiggling when Tim’s dick is hovering near her rosebud. Tim’s cock is between Abbie’s small but very aroused, cock (or rather, clit) and panties. Feeling Abbie’s crack on one side and the silk panties rubbing him on the other has Tim quivering with. It’s a long, slow,leisurely meal, which lasts all afternoon. There’snothing we want to watch on the telly, so she riflesthrough my CD collection and chooses things from itwhich she likes. Some Paul Simon, some mbalax fromSenegal, Congolese soukous music. By the time we’ve eaten ourselves to a standstill it’sdark outside, with my Christmas tree lights and lots ofnightlights giving the lounge a romantic atmosphere.During one of the gaps between courses I’ve put a.