I knew that Crystal was deathly afraid of tornadoes. She had grown up in Oklahoma, and twice the family home was severely damaged by tornadoes, and he... father had lost his auto repair shop due to yet another tornado. Just the mere mention of the word ‘tornado’ would have her visibly shaking with fear unmistakable in her eyes. Tornadoes were thus the perfect way to show her why my hands were always covered when I was around other people. Compared to the rest of my summer-tanned body, my hands. This she eagerly agreed to, and I introduced her to the many pleasures possible with the two-headed dildo I had purchased. We spent the morning and early afternoon pursuing the Sapphic pleasures, then we bathed and touched up our shavings, so that when James returned, I was in the peak of condition for an afternoon tryst with my fiancée.The next morning AnneMarie came early to the Waldorf-Astoria, and we had breakfast before going out shopping. I had only discovered what I wanted to get James. , as theyrubbed your own crotch.'YOU CALL THAT MASTURBATING?' said Ali, sensing the dissatisfaction ofthe other two. He slapped me. 'ILL SHOWYOU, YOU LITTLE WHORE. IM GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH THAT YOU CAME FOR US'He ripped off my panties, and pulled my breasts out of my bra. I wasstarting to feel the effects of the pill, as my cunt began to lubricate itselfand my nipples were slightly hard. He sucked on my nipple and fluttered histongue over the hard nub. With his finger he massaged them. I let. I like the feeling of my Tiddles being shaved but...”Before she could continue Keith had interrupted her with a question, “Tiddles? What do you mean by Tiddles? Is that what you call your girly bits down there?”Cheryl blushed again and said, “Yes, that’s right. We had a cat called Tiddles when I was just 5 years old and I loved that cat soooo much but he got run over by the school bus. When I got older and discovered that my ... my ‘thingie’ down there was called a ‘pussy’ I decided to call it.