" Another thing that's in your genes, huh?" In a way, yes. Okay then. Pour me two fingers high."David complied and helped himself too. Melanie then ra...sed the glass to her nose and inhaled while swirling the contents. Then she sipped elaborately. Checking herself, she giggled."I'm such a show off! I couldn't tell the difference between this and a Wal-Mart special." Yeah, me neither, but I can tell that this is really good stuff." How, Mr Gourmet?" I saw a price list on the office door, and this. But if it’s done with someone known to you, well, emotions will creep in, sooner or later.Disadvantage: Do you know if the person you are having sex with has AIDs or not, has any other STD? Could he or she be a shady character? Even in your drunk state, try and assess the individual you plan to bring back to your pad and if you cannot, call a friend who can!Open relationshipsAs the name suggests, in this kind of relationship, there are no bounds. However, there is a commitment between two. On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are ludicrous,But lovely,Much like a pair of pantiesRolled down to the knees,No longer clothing,But ornament--When they do not give suckTo infants' needs,Breasts are panties, too,Rolled down to the knees.God or nature,Take. And since I most likely won’t be back, I’ve always wanted the masseuse to be topless, just a fantasy whim, but if you’d be uncomfortable, stay clothed. She placed a sheet on the table, and I laid face down. I felt some warm oil being applied to my neck and back, then rubbed in. The motion of her hands and the firmness of her touch, told me she was not just a woman who rubs the body, but a trained massage ther****t. She worked each muscle group, kneading my back and legs thoroughly. Then my butt.