Yes, I said men. There was nothing gay about it. It was just a simple cost saving device.In the 1800s, commercial travelers were expected to sleep ful...y clothed with strangers. It was how the rumors about Lincoln got started. The mattress was just a feather stuffed cushion on a wooden plank, no inner spring, about the size of a modern queen bed.The first order of business was to get out of our wet clothes. Wet was something we were going to have to get used to. After all, it was England. It was. When he goes home in the morning it will be after we have fucked every way possible. I want you to watch your husband get the best piece of ass that he will ever get in his entire life. I want you to watch and hear him as I take him to places you can never take him. I want you to hear from his lips that he loves me and that he loves fucking me. Besides, you just may learn something."I just looked at her and picked up the phone. It rang three times before Jim answered. I said, "Hi honey. I'm. ” With one smooth motion she buried John's cock inside of her down to the hilt. John felt himself about to explode so, not wanting it to end so soon, he grabbed her hips, pressing her down on to him and stopping her moving. His head pressed into the back of her neck as he fought to keep himself under control. For her part, the woman had let out a primal cry of pleasure when she bottomed out, drawing glances from the other people in the room . Holding on to her tightly, John eventually felt. She sat down straight across from me and stared me in the eye."You think I'm soft and squishy?" I asked, raising one eyebrow. I'd seen Rhonda do that and thought it looked pretty cool."It's not how your body is built, but how you hold it against me," Sugar purred."Us," Rose said as she sat next to Sugar and put an arm around her. "How you hold it against us." Oh. Well. I..." Shh." I think I want a strong, handsome, manly date for the Valentine's Day Sweetheart Dance," Rachel said as she.