" She was right for once, but I wantedto argue with her anyway. "I think the machine causes some kind oftemporary euphoria -- at least I hope it's t...mporary. The way Andrewand Evan were acting Saturday..." I've hardly found anything reliable about that machine," Dad said,sounding even more frustrated than he'd been all evening. "I keep turningup obvious pieces of fiction -- most of them indecent --" (I could tellhe was trying to avoid saying "porn") "-- that don't match what you'vesaid. A lazy, unbroken trail of saliva stretched from his raging bell end to her chin. 'Fuck me,' she spluttered, breathlessly, gazing up from her knees with wet, helpless eyes. She was pleading, almost begging. 'You have to fuck me.' With masterful arms, he lifted her off her knees and perched her on the seat. His tongue delved and swam in her mouth and his right hand struggled beneath her dress, pulling the thin, silky fabric to one side as he manoeuvred his body between her legs. She could feel. Several men, including my husband, Oscar, demonstrated their appreciation for Dori's and my show by openly masturbating as they watched, and showering us with semen while we came. To say this event was unexpected does no justice to the bizarre nature of this surreal afternoon. I truly cannot believe I engaged in such public and outrageous behavior. After recovering my senses sufficiently, I thanked Dori, made arrangements to meet her and Richard for dinner. I took Oscar back to the room where. I softly whisper into her ear as she closes her eyes, her head cuddled into my chest with the top of her head nestled under my chin. As the nightingale begins to sing to its lover in the dark of night, I softly whisper words of romance. I softly whisper words of caresses with a touch so gentle and soft as if I’m touching with soft feathers. I softly caress her fiery skin building up the hidden passions that she has checked for so long. My touch lingers and tenderly glides over her hot body like.