And Bob can fuck. He mixes it up, slow and steady, fast, sometimes he hammers me! And he can spin it, gyrate. Mother of god it’s all I can do not to...cum the moment his sweet meat slides inside me!The pillow that my face was stuffed into smelled like Bob. This morning he was in the mood to wail on me. He was like a sweet silky hard freight train; in hard, out head, steady and relentless. My face was pressing hard into the pillow and his belly was whacking wet and sweaty into my ass. How he could. She wanted to start by eating Sally's pussy, which was fine by Sally as Dagmar was quite an expert and Sally had orgasmed in every session.The moment she had got Sally off it was a girl-on-girl sixty-nine, with Dagmar on top. She liked to pin Sally down, restricting her arms while avidly licking her to a second orgasm. While ‘head-to-pussy', Steve was always brought into the mix by finger fucking both ladies at the same time while Dagmar's hand worked on his cock. The moment he was really hard,. I’ve never done it, but I dream about doing it every night. I’ll bet I could have, too. I might look like a kid, but daddy taught me all about sex and reproduction so nobody could lie to me or fool me into doing something I didn’t want to do. Even though dad kidnapped me, I liked living with him a lot better than being with my mom. I was planning on having dad show me how to do it next year, or for my sixteenth birthday at the very latest.”A quick visit to a vet’s office, a story about a sled. Since Gary only ever associated with his clients, which was rare and, to say the least, unpleasant, the only place a geek like him could go to find a subject was, of course, the internet.It was quite late at this time, and since it was a Saturday night, the only channel that seemed to have any active chatters was called #living_dead which was filled with people who appeared to be completely different from each other in every way – one guy was looking for sex, another was talking to no one in.