Oh, yes, Natasha, you’re making me cum! I love it! I love you!”“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, frigging me. “Oh, I’m so happy. Isn’t cummin... the best? All gooey and warm and yummy!”“Buttermilk biscuits,” I moaned.“Yes!” she moaned. “I need to cum, too!”“Have you ever used a strap-on?”“You mean dyke-cocks?” she asked. “That’s what Pete called them. He’d say: ‘Them dumb dykes say they don’t need men, but then why do they strap-on them dyke-cocks and fuck each other?’”“God, he’s a jackass,” I moaned.. The following morning, St Peter called upon the lady and asked if she had considered the questions, to which she replied, ‘I have.’‘Well then,’ said St Peter, ‘Which two days of the week start with the letter T?’The lady said, ‘Today and tomorrow.’St Peter pondered this answer for some time and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question.‘Well then, could I have your answer to the second of the three questions’ St Peter went on, ‘how many seconds in a year?’The lady replied,. “Release me right now and your deaths will be swift and merciful!” the Tsarina demanded. Matt ignored her and moved back down to her pussy. He moved his fingers through the folds of her cunt, then spat on it and rubbed his spit into her. He freed his rod from his pants and pushed it inside.“That’s right, give her that cock, baby, give it to her hard,” Jennifer said. She had removed her helmet and was now squeezing and licking the Tsarina’s tits herself. Moans from both Matt and the Tsarina. We breakfasted, then after Mrs bridges arrived and I had fed the dogs, which by the way she walked alone in the meadow, them having grown used to her now. W secured them once again and we adjourned to the consulting room, where she lay on my couch and made herself comfortable. I sat at my desk and began in a steady monotone to lull her into a hypnotic type trance a trick I learnt at college, and forget it I`m not telling you how it`s done or you will all be doing it and I will be out of a.