"I think a more accurate metaphor would be an ant using its ant intelligence to evaluate a bunch of stories told by other ants about a boot that may or may not be on a foot that may or may not exist."
The rest of the ride I spent fondling her boobs and her furiously rubbing her clit. It has a mind of its own.
I took a tentative lick, scooping up just a little more of the oozing goo from between the puffy pussy-lips. He opened a condom and sowly rolled it down my shaft. I think you need to take a shower now so come in the house and lets clean you off.
She lost all track of time and tried to hide her muffled cries as her orgasms approached and waned over and over again. The next set of clips on the computer showed two guys giving each other blow jobs. "Oh, and a double fudge cookie. Hell, no!" he exlaimed, forgetting about my face (which I was going to have to wash before all that crud dried up) as he remembered his conquest of the day.
His cock popped out of her mouth as she licked down his shaft to suck the base of his shaft. Cum was dripping from her, mingling with the clipped pubic hairs on her pouting pussy. " It was a stock response from Jamie, and John recognized it, and was ready with the appropriate response.
I never want to hurt you again. She stroked him slowly, and a bit awkwardly because of the positions in which they lay, but just knowing it was her touching him kindled the tantalizing fire in his belly.