.. but... nooooo, it feels sooooo wonderful! In her dazed state, she flashed on the prurient graffiti scratched on the restroom door: How about eating... your cunt? The sensuous Oriental girl had her slender hands on Jill's asscheeks and was burrowing deeper into her cunt, her licking, sucking tongue painting crazy abstracts in the steaming, sensitized furrow. There was another girl at each of her breasts, their heads bobbing as they nursed on the taut flesh. Through the haze of lights and colored. It had a Kerns sight on it, so it could be of Swiss manufacture. He simply didn't know that much about rifles. But, the one he was holding was at least a hundred years old."This seems very well made," Frank conjectured. "Is it Swiss?"Tommy smiled, "Yes. It's a Schmidt-Rubin – made around the turn of the century, I believe, although it could have been made much more recently, perhaps as recently as the 1930's." I think perhaps your original estimate may be more correct," Frank said, guessing. I felt his cock harden and my pussy begin to stretch as his huge black pole invaded me.“Oh fuck, you’re so big!” I gasped “Be slow, be slow. Oh yes! Keep pushing” and I felt my cunt open to accommodate him “Oh yes! So good. It’s so good. It’s fucking stretching me you bastard………open. Oh push ………push………. fucking push it in. Oh fill me up! Fuck me wide open! Fuck my white cunt!”My reluctance had turned to lust as he slowly forced himself in and I realised that Daniel was right – I was, and wanted. But it just doesn’t satisfy me.” “But what about all those advertisements we got,” protested Innocence. “And only one of them came from Leon. And there are only two or three for the movies I was in. At least we’re getting interest there. And we’ve already got enough advertisements for the next edition, not counting all those personal ads which are just coming in. What more do you want, Dodie? This is after all a sex magazine!” “I know! I know!” replied Dodie, shaking her head. “And yes, the ads.