Claire was always known to be the artistic type. Even in school where trend-setting and fashion-followers became the “norm” Claire always seemed t... show she was an individual. Usually dressed in some sort of black shirt, stained by the countless efforts of her works, Claire remained the type of person that everyone knew was going in a different direction than everyone else. Now, many years after the drudgery of high-school, Claire was still not sure what direction she was going in. Day after. My legs open again. His warm tongue laps firmly at my now-naked clitoris. Every touch sends shivers through me, it’s wonderful. My eyes are closed in ecstasy but I can still see him. I think he likes this, I think it’s something he’s not done with his wife, or it’s long since been abandoned from their infrequent sexual affection. Oh God! Forget his wife, he’s mine right now and I’m letting him do this, I want him to do this and it’s wonderful. ‘Don’t stop Michael, oh please don’t stop!’ I say. “I want to fuck him! Steve, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Maya was completely out of control, her eyes blazing in uncontrolled lust. She scrambled to her feet as I pulled out and swung one leg across Steve’s lap as he sat on the couch, straddling his hips. On her knees, she steadied herself on the back of the couch and firmly gripped his cock. She anxiously rubbed his cockhead back and forth along her pussy lips and then eased the head inside, still struggling to steady herself.Even. .. ) and the strawberries, yeah, some dumb broad must have read my first story and tried the inevitable! And as true as the nose on my face, got the bastards stuck inside of her, and I ONCE AGAIN, had to use forceps to get it out!But there are also the really smart people in life ... Ever heard of Champagne Douches, disappearing limes, (yeah, elapsed time on the operating table with various tools: 1.5 hours!) milk douches, banana splits, (with or with out the ice cream) and various other types.