She thought about the strength of routine and of living somewhere with a long history of passion. She thought about how we embrace ourselves as animal..., our sign and musk marking our places for all the world. She felt a thrill and pride to be part of weaving all these elements into a boundary that could hold the power of passion in and push the night out.“I mark our territory,” she began softly. She continued with the slow, precise rhythm of the traditional invocation, “This is ours. Here,. .Are you familiar with the term “erotic roleplay”?Yep, but never really done it...Have you ever had sex in a public place?Yep, want to give it another go, any takers? Drop me a line...lol...Do you enjoy phone sex?It can be great fun, drop me your number if interested or message me for mine...Where do you want to have sex the most?I the woods, near to where I live...Would you ever Do anal?Given, but was too tight and uncomfortable...Have you ever tried whipped cream in the bedroom?Yep, was too. Look, I'm assuming you're going to use Ricky." Sure am. He's already on the case." Right. I'll drop these discs off at his house on my way home later. He doesn't live far from me. It'll give me a chance to catch up with Angela and the children at the same time. I hardly ever get to see her nowadays."Well, except for a few more pleasantries, that was the end of that call. That only left me with one more thing to do: find out whether Stephanie Morris was who and what she claimed to be and cover. I took this opportunity to suck hard on the head of his cock, using a hand on the shaft and waggling it in my mouth. The combination must have been too much, I felt his body tighten as he started to cum, shooting his semen in to my waiting, open mouth.It tasted so good, I kept hammering after he had finished cumming, hoping for more.When I realised there would be no more, I moved over to the one I'd been giving a hand job to, and shoved his cock in my mouth. I just wanted more. As I bent over.