No matter, I was done. Bottom line was, six up and six down. Time for number seven. The scorecard would read Darla, seven and three. Yes, not a big de...l. I anticipate a few dead fucks on this quest. Because most of the girls I had fucked thus far in my life were dead fucks. Inexperienced fucks. Awkward fucks. Painful to be with, swallow my load, then get lost, fucks. Ten oclock. Keep it simple, studly. Back to the bowling alley. The other three Amigos were still there. Drinking, yapping and. He reached for her bare thigh with his free hand while she began massaging her slit with her left. Then she leaned in and licked the smear of her own juices off his balls.“Oh god, they taste like my pussy now,” she whispered. “There’s something I’ve kinda been wanting to do,” she added, half haltingly. “Kinda dying to, actually.”Stone waited for her to keep going despite her expecting a response. His view of her fingers playing with her pussy made it easy. The caress of her slick fingers on his. I find the stack I am looking for, Hegel, Bacon, Plato, Socrates, Descartes, Campbell. Philosophy, soul and mind food. My hand runs across the binders as I close my eyes feeling the thousands of minds that have opened these mental orgasms called books. Lost in the essence of others hands roaming pages of knowledge, I suddenly feel a slight caress, warm breeze at the nape of my neck. Eyes still closed, I call to the dream of lips slowly digesting my skin suckling my pulse, arousal, mental and. Her hair was wet, and she was wrapped in one of his long beach towels. Tracy was the source of the baby powder scent. "Thank you for buying me a razor, Sean." She said, grabbing his hand a guiding it toward her lap. "I shaved." She slid his hand between her legs and he felt her bald, smooth pussy. "You like that?" He did! She pulled his hand away and ran it down her soft legs, rolling over on her tummy and releasing his hand. Sean continued to feel her, her softness, curves, young muscles. He.