I like it too, and I hold on to those hips, thrusting back and forth in fucking mode, grabbing those smooth balls and circling the package with my fin...ers, maybe rubbing his hole a little. He's not really a talker, but he always tells me he's about to cum, so we slow down just enough to make sure his cock gets past the gag point, all the fucking way down my throat, and he keeps going with little short but deeply embedded strokes until he unloads with his meat plugged as deep as he can get it. You pull out a letter opener from your desk drawer. You have a devious look in your eyes as you gently place the tip of the opener in the crotch hole. You tear at the fabric some more so my pussy is now unobstructed. You insert two fingers and twist your wrist from side to side to feel along my walls. I instinctively tense my pelvic muscles and you feel my cunt beckoning you. You scoop out some of my dew. One finger is inserted in my mouth and, after I suck my cream, you place the other finger. He probably had five minutes. That was enough time to get her dressed and composed.“Baby, I’m sorry, you took to long to tell me what you wanted.” He sighed, “But I’ll tell you what, maybe we can finish later.”What? No, no, no, no! “No, Jake, Please, I’m so close, just one lick, please.” She begged.God, did he want a lick. No, he couldn’t once he started he started. “I can’t,” he roughly said.He eased her thong back on, easing her cheeks apart so the material fell in between. He kissed her. But they also found that normally inactive parts of the brain began to give off readings when monitored. Nobody had ever discovered that before because, well frankly, nobody had ever cared about why a bimbo was horny, just that she was." So a bimbo's thoughts originate from a completely different part of the brain to other people's?" It's ironic isn't it? That to live as a bimbo actually requires using more of the brain than to lead a normal intelligent life." What else did they find out?" My.