"Chris snapped the earring shut. "Tell me about it, Sandy." she said light-heartedly, but with a sting of sarcasm."Come on. I can't help it if I like ...o make love. It's the neatest thing in the world. Can you think of anything that feels any better?"Chris laughed. "Its been so long I couldn't say..."Sandy turned from her girlfriend and searched through her big leather bag until she found the foil-wrapped packet she had stashed there for emergencies. Actually, it was Roger's idea, but she had to. Theres nothing better than the smell of wet pussy and a skanky ass– especially when its all over your face, You like that? Huh? You like my dirty pussy, dont you? Holding her by the hips and swirling my tongue over her hard nubbin of a clit, all I could do was groan in affirmation. She then pushed the covers down over my legs so that my cock sprang up at herat eight solid thick inches, it was her own private pole. She grabbed it with her right hand and begun to stoke it–almost violently as she. Without that valve and my draining of the sink pipe every night, I would have had burst pipes every morning. With the water running, I filled an aluminum tea pot, then moved the pot to the coal fired stove. One thing about the old French coal stove, it had a rather large top surface. When the stove had been used in France, it had been both the cook stove and the heater for a French peasant family. My father had bought it before anyone thought to collect such things. He had bought it just to. The best part of rubbing against something was that it provided constant stimulation of my clitoris while freeing my hands to work on my breasts, crotch, vagina or whatever other zone intrigued me.Max, my stout, lean, intrepid British bulldog was a partner, although not always, in my diversions. When Max would participate, I would strip naked or at least bottomless and rub against my wadded pillow. I would straddle it while arching my back, pressing my stomach down and pushing my butt up. That.