......you are SO fucking tasty girl!!!Your hips start bucking involuntarily as I french kiss your sopping wet honeypot and lovingly suck on your plump... sticky labia as you weep softly, face down in the couch.......allowing me this most sacred of pleasures, as though I were a condemned man fatefully enjoying his final meal.......I wouldn't want to stop pleasuring you babygirl! I'd just keep swirling my hot, wet tongue all over your pulsating clit.....bringing you to the edge time and time. There’s a couple out by the rail and they’re obviously not interested in the view, as they’ve fallen into a very close embrace. We watch, spellbound by the intensity of their passion as she balances herself on the rail and wraps her legs around the man, pulling him to her. The movement of their hips in silhouette leaves little to the imagination, and a short interlude of fumbling with zippers and belts leads to a clear understanding of what’s occurring. Between the night air and the alcohol,. Jones says we are making good progress butat least another month to go. I wonder if it will be embarrassing not tohave a beard when I stop masquerading. Mrs. J. thinks I am atranssexual. I suppose I am in one sense but it is a temporaryarrangement. I wonder what she would think of my sexual relationshipwith Karen? The morning TV programs are nearly all for small children.Maybe in a year or so I will have to watch some of them with my son, ...or daughter but right now I certainly prefer to read.. "I walked up to Karl, "Perhaps you are right, but why risk any further death when you can have all this at no cost." I said sweeping my arm around. 'Why don't you and I go to my bedroom and work out the details."Karl smiled at the thought, nodded and said, "Lead on."Karl followed me to my bed, where I turned, dropped to my knees, and pulled off his loincloth. His manhood nearly poked me in the eye as it sprang free."Very impressive!" I said, just as my lips encased his helmet. He stood, knees.