In my day, just before the technological revolution, our hand held was more likely to be a dong or a hard plastic vibrator, our toilets cubicals, soun...ing more like the inside of a beehive, a quick wipe with the toilet paper and pass it on to the next girl needing a quickie.Sharing sex toys was the norm back then, and for those who were confused about their sexuality, rubbing against each other, had its hidden pleasures too.During my mid teens, the urge to feel a man slip in and out of me,. Quietly she prayed that the first thing the cop would do was to order her to her knees and demand that she suck his cock. She kept thinking about how much Wilma said she love to do it.It took only a few minutes for them to reach the little way station. When they arrived, Sean assured Betty that they would be alone here, and that no one would invade their privacy. The station had very little in it, a table, a couple of chairs, and the one thing that both of them were interested in, a bed.As soon. Tony: Are you going to publish them?aroslav: I did. When I read stories on SOL, I remembered the early stuff and frankly figured I could do as well as some of what I was reading. I thought the story had potential, so I toyed with it some more and developed it into a short novel. On December 2, 2011, I posted the first chapter and became an "author" on SOL. The story was called "The Art & Science of Love." I didn't know how the whole author/reader thing worked on SOL and was surprised that. “Daddy, I think that you know that I’m a virgin. But I don’t want to be. I’ve seen my sister get fucked by a Black cock and I saw how much pleasure she got. I want to get fucked by a Black cock. I know that it will hurt at first but then it will feel so good. Could you please fuck me Daddy? Could you be gentle? I want to please you Daddy.”“I think that could be arranged.” With that, he belt his head down to hers and started kissing. She responded enthusiastically, open her mouth and dueling.