I suppose holding the Cello there reminds me of my friends, it has become my lover, and sometimes I wish it had a penis, so I could mate properly with...it, when I perform on stage in front of hundreds, after all, I never wear knickers, sitting in my white lacy frock, with my legs open wide, it's a girls fantasy, to let men look up my skirt, well the ones sitting in the front row, I am sure they appreciate to see my smooth fanny, curve under my bum, I know the thought thrills me that they. It was the summer of 69. It was the summer of discontent. Rose opened the front door to the cottage, hoping for the hint of a breeze. There was always a breeze off the ocean, but not today. She leaned against the door, running an ice cube over her throat, letting the cold water run down her chest, between her breasts. She hated this place. She hated the life she was forced to live. It was the same routine for the ten years she had been married to Charlie. When school was out they came to his. It was exciting to watch my cousins have sex, of course, but here was a warm and throbbing penis right in my own hand, one that I was giving pleasure to. One that was going to erupt with his cum in pleasure ... pleasure that I made happen."Mmm, oh, I'm close, really close, OMIGOD, LISA, UUH, UUH," he cried out as his cum spurted up out of the end of his penis, landing back down on my hand and his stomach."Wow, it really goes, that was so fun, what a turn-on," I said as I bent over, sliding my. I only used his name when angry. And I shouldn’t. It wasn’t him I was angry at. I shouldn’t be jealous because he had a new toy to play with. I could never be his lover, even if he looked at me like a woman and not his sister.Sven hurried over, the catgirl padding after him on all fours, her tail wiggling, thrusting from her tailbone above her swaying ass. I caught a glimpse of her pussy adorned by tawny fur, wet with her excitement.I understood. In his leathers, standing tall, Sven cut a.