‘You OK for Sunday lunch?’‘Yes, please!’He slid into her, slowly, savouring the delicious, tight feel of her velvety pussy, watching her face ...s she relished hard cock filling her, making her pussy flood with juices.On Wednesday, just before lunch, Dave’s mobile chirped again. It was from Jackie.‘I’ll go commando if you do.’‘Starting down the pub.’ She added before he replied.‘You’ve got a deal!!’He settled onto her, the part of his body just above the root of his cock pressing against her lips. " We can't let it happen to us again, though," I said."No. But maybe, on land, we'd have a better tactical position." We'd still need to send out foragers." Yes. But we'll send out bigger groups -- better-armed. We'll take more precautions." We sure as hell had to learn the hard way!" I said."Don't kick yourself around, Carter. You recognized the need for caution right away -- right from the start. Some of us had barely even considered the possibility of trouble. When Emily and I joined you in. Woman, verily, O Gautama, is a sacrificial fire. In this case the lips of her vulva is the fuel, the hair around them is the smoke, the temple of love its flame, the insertion its embers, and the pleasure its sparks. In this fire the gods offer semen as libation; from this arises the fetus.“My friends, our bodies are reservoirs of energies and the surface of the body possesses a network of foci, reflex points, at which these energies may be activated and stimulated; that is one of the purposes. As soon as she entered the room she was grabbed by two of the five guys present. Now in the middle of the room a spot light illuminated her, and she was ordered to undress or face having the clothes she was wearing ripped from her body. Bess would have removed her clothes with out the final threat but at least now she could argue it was against her will.Now naked she was amazed how sexy the black skin of the males looked against the white skin of a latent slut. Even sexier was the image of his.