THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOU... PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my ballsOr anywhere at allThe flea is pleasedTo pleasure me.FEMALE MIMICRYWomen are too beautiful to. “That woman out in” and the other Marshall explained. Gabriel, without letting on at all, listened intently. “Oh really?” he said. “Does someone look in on the homestead? I mean like the sheriff’s office or someone?” he said in an unpretentious like tone of voice. They said it depends and he asked what it depends on. The head Marshall explained as he listened. His head was telling him all sorts of things, many which can’t be repeated. He didn’t care. His loins “burst” with, of all things,. "She wasn't having any of it. "This doesn't say anything about oral sex; 1] they specifically mention condoms, and 2] they talk about sperm as promoting a kind of chemical dependence - sorry."My wife does not share my views on oral sex. Sharon knows how much I love oral sex, and she certainly enjoys receiving it - lots of it. She just can't give it. She does occasionally lick my shaft and if she's really turned-on she'll lick the head a little, just to get it wet. But taking my cock into her. It was over our morning coffee Wendy said she wanted to go to the beach, I nearly said have a good time because I was feeling lazy and the idea of moving too much didn't interest me. So I said ok but I am going to see if Nick and Jean will come along, Jean was a little like my wife but in a reserved way, Nick enjoyed the experience of sharing his wife and never turned down an opportunity. Wendy rang them and Jean said she would go but Nick was too busy, I told Wendy she had better bring Jean up.