There was just something about being so completely under his control that her pussy would begin to get wet at the very thought of past adventures, and...excitedly looked forward to future situations that would heat her loins and lust to incredible levels.No, the real question she pondered over and over was: why was it that pain, while unpleasant, led to ever-higher levels of lust and orgasmic delight for her? After many hours of such inquiries into her psyche, she had finally given up the. ‘Damn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He’s a kid. Well, technically, he’s about 22. Hmm… look at that broad, tanned back. He’s not a kid anymore.’ Alan mildly chastised me for buying so much stuff, “I have a bunch of jars my mom brought me and there’s a good market right down the road. They sell some of my produce on commission. It’s selling pretty good, too. I’ve made over two thousand so far and the harvesting’s only about a third of the way through. “So… you really didn’t need to bring all. Her face was sweaty."You interested?" I asked."In what?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "I sleep alone in the back there. Don't need no men." Not upstairs?"She shook her head, tumbling about her heavy mane. She pushed her hair from her face with a graceful gesture and stared at me.I explained what I was about, and she admitted that men did talk a bit when they drank. I suggested that if she listened and remembered, it would be helpful when British officers, especially, were in their cups.She. “Spread your legs apart and sit up straight!” my girlfriend yelled in her sternest voice as she slowly inserted two fingers into me. I groaned loudly while the moistness between my legs increased rapidly. She wrapped her mouth around my left breast and sucked gently for some minutes while flicking her tongue around my nipple and then she stopped. “I want you to start counting what I’m doing to you”, she said without even the faintest hint of a smile. I closed my eyes and started counting as her.