This was soem thing Fred was not expecting but done his best to answer the questions.why do they rub them selves and what are those parts called? ... Fred told her the bit she was asking about was called a clit and they rubbed it because that done the same thing as a man having a wank. She also asked how they got some of those big toys inside them,he said they had built up using smaller ones first and the getting bigger.She was very interested and asked if all. There were five of us in total. The four of them had been out the night before still somewhat recovering from the nights adventure. My good friend Chris had just celebrated his birthday. He also was still recovering from the fuck he had too. There was some generic rock music playing on the stereo and my other friend Tom offed up some drinks. It was his house and being a proud Irish man he had quite the selection of alcohol to choose from. I scanned the bar and came across Jameson '12. After all. Though unlike most Germans I had daily access to foreign newspapers, especially those of London, Paris and Zurich, which arrived the day after publication, and though I listened regularly to the BBC and other foreign broadcasts, my job necessitated the spending of many hours a day in combing the German press, checking the German radio, conferring with Nazi officials and going to party meetings. It was surprising and sometimes consternating to find that notwithstanding the opportunities I had to. "Rebecca," I cried, watching her drop the zapper onto the thick carpet and shudder as she discarded her shorts in little more than a heartbeat. "Rebecca!"Rebecca couldn't listen to me; her brain wouldn't function on banal subjects like logic, reason and safety. It needed sex. Wild, rampant sex. Every fantasy Rebecca had ever had, but never indulged in was about to surface. Sex was about to become an unstoppable urge and she was about to experience horniness that she had never comprehended or.