" How often do you do it, you know, to yourself?" Pretty much every day. Really more than that, twice, three times. You do it, too, right? Your own wa...." Yeah, pretty much every day, well, more, really, it does feel good." Maybe I can do it for you. Like you did for me."She wiped her finger across the glob of cum on the breast and licked it off."Hmm, wondered about that. Why do some girls say it tastes bad? That's not so bad, salty, kind of, but okay. Um, do me, like masturbate me, with your. At night Claude heard the small, pink creature squeal as the man injected himself into it. "Why don't you let that poor little critter alone?" he asked the animalistic inmate. "You should be ashamed of yourself." What for?" the man answered beck "This here pig likes me."Claude placed his hands against his ears while the man and pig made love. He had thought that men raping other men was queer enough.While animalism was frowned upon on the farm Claude observed that it was far from being. My mom thought it was happening casually. I put my hand around her waist and embraced her. She now smelt something different. She pushed me aside and told me to control. I saw directly into her eyes and told her what I had seen a month back. She was shocked. She asked me what I wanted. I gave a straight answer – I want her to share by bed. She slapped me hard on my cheeks and went away to her bedroom. This was probably the first time in my life that my mom had hit me.I too went to my room and. What gets us really hot is discussing fantasies and talking dirty to each other. Now, back to her birthday. I had planned a very sexy night for us. We got dressed in our best clothes and went to our favorite restaurant. Everything went perfect. The food was perfect and the atmosphere was very romantic. We had a great time. I sat there in awe of how lucky I was to be married to this amazing woman. My wife always the energetic one was eager to get on with the evening asked, "Eric my love, what's.