I asked Mark if he would like to fuck me doggy, with little fuss, we moved, his cock found its way fully home once more, my cervix opened up straight ...way for him this time, as he went to town fucking me hard and fast. By now we had built up quite an audience with guys all around watching us, opening my mouth towards one soon got it filled. I sucked on one cock, while another blew his wad over my hair and face, I also saw one guy stand over my back and felt his cum slap on my butt, running. He is an essayist, poet, naturalist, historian, philosopher. He also became known for his belief in Transcendentalism and civil disobedience and a devoted abolitionist. In the 1840s, Henry David Thoreau started writing poetry about nature, with poet Ralph Waldo Emerson as a mentor and friend. He began his famous two years stay at Walden Pond in 1845, which he wrote in his masterpiece, 'Walden.' About the book - Walden Walden is the outcome of the two years, two months, and two days of Thoreau. Eileen's hands moved to the waistband of her panties, and she reflexively lifted her hips as the hands tugged them down in one smooth motion. Eileen leaned in to peer at the fully aroused pussy spread front of her. "I did that?" as she looked at the fully open puffy pink lips, glistening with the juices of Jackie's arousal. She moved her face closer, taking in a deep breath. "More seductive than any exotic perfume," she thought as she took another deep breath. She stuck her tongue out,. She feels his breath, warm and unobtrusive. His hands hold hers tightly, and she squeezes his fingers passionately, directing him to continue. His tongue caresses her, barely parting the lips of her vagina. Another kiss, and again his tongue invites shortness in her breath. "Yes." He takes his right hand free and gently traces the curves of her chest, down over her ribs and over her hips. He gently invites her to raise her leg, and she does so, bringing her knee up, exposing more of her to his.