His hand was like a blur, gyrating and curling into her mother's pussy with such force that her mother's legs were shaking and her pretty red mouth wa... grunting and cursing out of time with his thrusts. Ayla, eager to follow along, started fucking herself with the same force and immediately felt a jagged pain rip through her abdomen. She could hear her mother's grunting start to run together into one long cry of pleasure that crescendoed into a wild final gasp, but she no longer cared as the. Because of my work and the interest that it arouses, I have found myself in contact with many on the outer fringes of human sexual interest and occasionally I have been able to turn their enthusiasms to my own advantage.Gordon Beckwith, the founder of the National Forum for Forniphilia, is one contact that I have found invaluable. The son of a master cabinet-maker, Gordon was brought up appreciating the fine lines of classic English furniture. His enthusiasm became a fixation through his. My address would be easy enough to look up in the phone book. Most likely, if they have one functioning brain cell between them, they've lit out for parts unknown."I understood then why she was so insistent on coming to the cabin. "Yeah, that makes sense. So you don't think they know about this place, then."She got kind of a worried look on her face. "I sure hope they don't, but just in case, I've got my .22 magnum revolver under the pillow there, and we need to keep that .30/30 loaded and. Sure they could win a lot of money, and they’d eachget a grand just for participating. And sure theyneeded the money pretty bad. Desperately actually. Butthey would be on national TV having sex withstrangers.He didn’t know what was worse, the fact that hisgirlfriend would be having sex with strange men rightin front of him, not to mention the live studioaudience, or that he would be having sex with the samemen, in a female bodysuit.Freddy shuddered at the thought. Ok, his part.