Therefore, when such events require some form of verbal description, I have taken the liberty of inserting them, using italics to make them distinct f...om that of Mr. Verne's prose.And now I will turn you, dear reader, over to Mr. Jules Verne.Jules Verne'sAROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYSIncluding Excerpt's From the Recently Discovered"Unexpurgated Version" of Phileas Fogg's MemoirsTranslated By: Paris WatermanChapter OneMR. PHILEAS FOGG lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens,. She finished by pulling down her panties and mooning them, turning around and repeating that for those on the other side of the circle. Then she spread her labia open and showed off her inner pinkness as she humped her hips at the wildly cheering men. The music ended in a crescendo. Akiko had brought down the house as it were. Later that night all of the girls got some wild fucking from the horny men.After a time some of the men and some of the girls formed stronger bonds and they became. In and out, over and over, feeling him plunge it in deeper as his shoved his hips at me like a frenzied teenager. I stopped and straddled him with his dick in my hand. His hand reached up and slid two fingers into my open pussy. On my knees, it was very big with all the blood pumped into it. He felt the spongy, dripping walls and forced his fingers quickly in and out, watching as fresh juice sprayed out over his hand. The squelching fluid made rude noises and dribbled down his wrist while he. This wasn't to be a blowjob, this wasn't going to be sexy, like one of the blowjobs my girlfriend gives me. No I was getting facefucked like a slut. I gagged as his cock hit thr back of my throat, trying to pull away. His hands held my head tight, his cock pulling back only to thrust again.I could taste the piss from the end of his cock, and the manly taste of a hot warm cock. All of a sudden he thrust deep into my throat, holding my face tight to his crotch as I struggled weakly against him..