The term, anyway.”“There were no details.”Elizabeth“Elizabeth may have some interesting ideas, as she’s an expert in Tantric traditions of l...ngthy sexual experiences and meditation. Perhaps we can have her join us, or at least advise.”I agree that I need to spend more time with Elizabeth, to learn lots of things. Among our women, she’s probably the purely het, but she’s played bisexual more and more in the last few years. Let me start with her appearance, as what I might call the ultimate MILF. Feeling a man move inside me is nothing short of delicious, being brought to the point of orgasm, is just plain indescribable.Every nerve and fibre in my being is focused, from my nipples to my clitoris, sending mixed and confusing signals, my body a mess, my cervix dipping and sucking involuntarily, both my eggs awaiting in my fallopian tubes for the final creative penetration to wriggle inside and close off forever any other attempt.I groan deeply, as if from my very soul, my body finds a. He grips me tighter and his tongue goes deeper. Why I don't just knee him in the balls I don't know, but Vicky wouldn't do that, Vicky would just have to accept what was happening...so I do! Part of me wants to let go to the fantasy I have written about in my bedroom. But I just can't do it....or can I? He doesn't let off the kiss, and his hand starts tugging up my skirt, until my ass in black panties and tights feels the cool air. I renew my struggle but that soon stops when he forces my hand. No wonder I was tired all the time. "If you're going to make a sticky mess like that, you really ought to clean it up and not leave it for me to do - Don't you think Peter?" She was pretty firm and businesslike about it, and I felt two inches tall. She stood quite still and just looked on with a rather blank expression, while I knelt back down and started trying to wipe my come off her boot with my mother's stocking. With my own mother's stocking! I was trembling, and actually felt quite.