And it was long fall, for she was vastly complex, full of hidden intricacies which would have challenged the casual lover, but fascinated this man. He...relished her complexity, for he (perhaps foolishly) prided himself on his large heart, and his desire to find someone with which to share it. He knew if anyone could love this woman as fully as she deserved, it would be him. As the man continued to fall in love with this person, he realized that her complexity reminded him of a book. Not just any. . "Oh shit. What is that?"Gemma has a blue butterfly nestling in her black pubic triangle; tiny leds pulsate over it s wings.Gemma is wearing Steff's latest exquisite Cuntal Butterfly design."Can I touch it" pleads John "It looks so beautiful".Janet slaps his hand away: "Don't be so rude. It's just a piece of jewellery. Not an invitation to grope".Janet recognises the blue shirt, stretched tight across hard nipples: "Hi Dad, what are you doing here?"Gemma ushers Janet and John into the bedroom,. Neither of them could be rated as the nine that Amy was convinced that sex with Lucinda would have scored. But she set aside her diary, locked it in a drawer with a little key, and nestled on her bed between the two girls, and sighed. Tomorrow was another day, and Amy was used to getting her way. However, Lucinda was more of a challenge than even Amy could crack. However much she pleaded and begged and cajoled, Lucinda was steadily adamant that sex on stage was one thing, but off-stage was. I could feel your pussy, wet and open. The panties went inside you a little and your knickers were a perfect sensual barrier. I loved the way you jerked lightly against my touch, pushing yourself on to me, trying to match my rhythm with your own. You pushed and jerked your hips, eager to get more of me inside you, eager for a greater friction that would take you to the place we both wanted to go. A place that we would visit together, hand in hand, our souls entwined, the hard, soft, straining,.