The whole operation had taken a very short space of time; too fast to really appreciate just what had happened. Ann stood stock still, arms hanging li...p at her sides, too confused to assimilate the events unfolding in front of her until, in unison, the five grabbed her and forced her to the floor.Four of the assailants gripped her wrists, ankles and pinned her to the floor as if crucified while the fifth fumbled with the zipper of their suit. His cock emerged, flaccid, but large enough. Anne's. I tasted it and they are being nice. It does taste a lot better but it still isn't good. Maybe it is like the smell of pussy. Truth is that the odor of pussy all by itself would be considered unpleasant. If we smell it anywhere that isn't on pussy, we are gonna start looking around for some bad lunch meat or something. I have always said that I love the smell of pussy but maybe it is not the smell of pussy that I like but the fact that it is attached to a pussy that I like. Bottom line is that. ‘So what, in your experience is the most comfortable position .. . . . .?’ hesitating for a second and finishing the sentence with ‘to sleep in.’He smiles at me and asks if I really want to know about sleeping, rubbing his hand over my leg, getting a little higher each time until he grazes my sex with the back of his hand. Damn my body for doing it’s own thing when I want to be fucked, making me open my legs and gasp as he rubs his hand over my mound.He pulls my knicks to one side and traces a. “God, I’m freezing!”“Same here!” Georgia opened the door, and they stepped inside. She kicked off her shoes and marched to the bathroom, with Barbara following. She immediately went to the shower and turned it on, hot and steamy, and stepped under the water, clothes and all. “God, that feels good!” She looked at Barbara, struggling to undo her blouse. “Fuck that! Just kick off your shoes and get in here before you catch a cold!” she ordered. She quickly stripped off her top and shorts and.