.. "Oh," she sighed, realizing that she had never needed to contemplate the plural form of the word "clitoris". Clitorae? No, clitorides. Three clitor...des. Three exciting clit rides.She had to stop thinking about clit rides, because it was having a strange effect down there. Her clitoris... It couldn't be true, but with every step on the sidewalk, it felt as though her clitoris was growing in size. Ridiculous, she thought, body parts don't grow. But fuck, that throbbing... Not only was her. And I'm okay with that. In fact, I like it and hope I never get so old that my dick goes soft and my libido fades. That would suck.I am not, however, a good diarist. I think about all my encounters and wish I had kept some kind of record. Something to re-kindle the memory of this escapade or that. But I don't.Until now.London rapped on my hotel room door with authority. It was kind of late and I didn't want to wake the neighbors so I quickly let her in. She was a tall, black. Then I broke the ice and slid a hand into her blouse and held her hips. She bit her lips and giggled.That was my cue to slide my hands through the bra to feel her super hard tits and I got an “Ahh.” I leaned and kissed her. Her breast was awesome to hold inside the tight blouse in a crowded place. While those eyes were the only part of her you could see.I took my hand out and grabbed both her boobs from the top. We smooched making out until the song changed. Then I held her ass and started. Or the ever loving CSD. Raven came out of her thoughts just as the low branch scraped her bear’s head. She wore it she knew the snow covered mountains were coming up soon. Leaning down to Ghost rider she soothed him with an apple. His head was to busy looking for their safety. ‘Whoa Ghost. Here is a treat. Now eat my friend.’ Raven fed it to him by breaking it in half. Ghost chewed it down in two swallows. She knew he was grateful though. All though it was mid day she began to see a darkness.