"I like the story ones sometimes", she said, nodding at the DVDs. But if I get worked up I like the harder ones.", she paused, "Err, with spunk and......cocks." The way she said 'cocks' sounded like it was an effort. She looked away again, then back quickly. "I like the way a hard cock spurts all over the place.", she blurted out and shuffled on the seat. I didn't really know what to say, but it seemed like I didn't need to. "When I was younger it was what I liked, you know... cocks and ... cum.. Aur me mauke ki talash karne laga me regularly apni nani k pas jane laga taki meri mulakat mami se ho sake aur thode time k bad harari achi dosti ho gayi mami aur meri age same hi thi isliye wo b mere se frankly bate karti thiAur me unhe chedta rahta tha kabhi unke peth ko touch kar leta tha aur kabhi unhe kohni marta kabhi piche se ja kar aapna lund unki gand par touch kara deta par mami kuch nahi bolti thi sayad unko mera ye karna achaLagta tha kyoki me hi wha par ek dost tha aisa karte karte. But, critics may object, without the fair sex,Humanity's doomed, for none but they may bearOffspring, to which I say, There are too many of us now;Men, as lovers of one another, cannot add to the surplusOf crying mouths to feed, no matter how many timesThey spill their fecund seed.But tits, if not cunts, are pleasant to see,Other critics contend,To which I answer in this way:Therefore, should we give themTo transwomen, or, for that matter,Simply paint breasts to displayAlong the highways we. She was wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt, She invited me into her cluttered living room. I sat on the couch, and she at a table with a computer. We made small talk for a few minutes, then, gesturing with my hands, offered the massage. Dierdre smiled and said I thought you'd never ask. I stood behind her, and gently massaged her shoulders and neck. After several minutes, I 'accidentally' slipped my hands down, to brush the sides of her breasts. At that, all pretense was over, Dierdre stood,.