“Why does your cock have to be ssssoooo damned beautiful?” I smiled, moving my kiss another inch up his growing shaft.Ted laughed softly. “Would...my sweet little slut have married me if it wasn’t?”“Probably not,” I giggled.“Oh fuck, don’t giggle!” Ted moaned.“Why not?” I playfully pouted, giggling again.“Because your sexy giggling makes my cock so hard, it aches.”“Good!” I giggled again, kissing upward that final inch toward his big bulbous black cock-head. “I want you to be VERY hard when you. The colonel listened and watched eagerly as the outraged squeals ofagony gradually changed and the frantic twitching spasms were replaced by morefamiliar kinds of sounds and movement. He could see the lieutenant's fingerssliding deeper and deeper, wriggling and probing up into the girl's vagina. Fromhis position, the colonel watched the lieutenant cleverly masturbating Maria,using a slow expert technique that the young student was unable to resist oravoid. 'Now then, before I hurt you again,. This was not a typical honeymoon. The Institute for Lifelong Loving was more than a tropical escape for a few days vacation. It was a place for couples to come to learn about eroticism together, through instruction and practice in sexual techniques under the guidance of expert tutors.Janet's parents were both physicians and sex therapists. A few years before they had been invited to attend the inaugural session of the Institute and had been so impressed with the concept of a sexual training. Deep, Carolyn, a deep, deep sleep." Jason picked up one limp hand and began stroking it lightly with his fingers. "Imagine you are in a cave, a deep, dark quiet cave, Carolyn. There are steps in this cave, nice, wide, safe, steps carved out of stone and they go down. Down, down, down into the cool dark cave. It's quiet down there, Carolyn, peaceful and quiet. If you could only walk down those steps and into the quiet depths of the cave, Carolyn, everything would be wonderful again."Jason looked.