And it feels nice. But we just really like to do things the old fashioned way. We touch a lot, and we kiss. Jon is a great kisser. Then he gets on top...of me and makes love to me. It's what works for us and we love it. For the next few days after our night out we were both on edge. We didn't talk about it. But we both felt guilty about damaging that expensive car and then just driving away. But as time passed our consciences began to ease off and leave us alone. No one called. No cops came to. If I can't keep up with you, I don't want to live. AND I'm getting up later, just as soon as you've loved me a few dozen more times."Two hours later."Angie, darling." What" I love you." Sweet dear Katie. I love you too. I wonder what the world record is for one continuous French kiss" Don't know. It'll be teatime in a couple of hours. Have to break off then. Not missing my tea and buttered crumpets, not for you, not for the guys at the gym. Not for anyone."And so they passed the day lazily. .. no. I'm a philosophy major. Why?" Are you really? Then why would you limit shaving there to women?" Uh ... I don't know. I never thought about it." Women don't like a mouthful of hair any more than men do." Uh ... I guess that's probably true." said Brian, knowing where this was leading and feeling trapped.Daisy and Amy chuckled and then Daisy said: "Don't worry. It's up to you. You don't have to if you don't want to."Brian considered this. He looked at Daisy's body as he considered. He. Kelly returned to her room and fell onto the bed, listening to her mother's muffled groans. In her mind's eye, she could see her brother's cock sliding powerfully between her mother's ripe, hairy cuntlips as the sex-crazed woman bucked up and down on him. A strong thrill of arousal shivered through her young body as she imagined herself back in Bob's bedroom, kneeling between their thighs, staring at the junction of their fucking organs. In her mind's eye, she watched herself lower her mouth to.