Her hands were pushing his head into her cunt. He was able to move his nose to her clit, leaving his tongue to lap up the tasty liquids. “One more t...reat,” he thought… his index finger pushed against her asshole. She drew a sharp breath and uttered a low, “Yessssss.. oh yeahhhhh. Mmmm.”She bucked against his head and fingers for less than three minutes when she came again. This time she screamed, “Oh, Daddy! Oh, God yesss, Daddy! Shiiiiiiiiiiiittt.. that’s sooooo good, soooo good, soooo. "There was mostly agreement that there could hardly have been a plainer example of our earlier belief - that sex can only improve with experience of one's partner. But just as we were about to fall upon each other anew, a contradictory point of view emerged. Alan and Trish argued that there was a unique thrill to be enjoyed from sex with complete strangers. And that led them to the story which we have reconstructed very much as they told it.Alan and Trish's storyTrish had been to her favourite. And there was a strange scent too. A musky odor. I figured it must also be mating season for many forest a****ls and a male deer in rut had been in the area. I took out my camera and begin snapping photographs. I walked down a side trail and came to a large clear lake. The reflections of the trees danced off the glistening lake. It was a breathtaking scene! I pulled my camera to my eye and begin snapping pictures. Just then in my view finder a movement to the right caught my glance. I snapped a. He repeatedly shouted,"I don't like carrots!"The girl would only giggle and tell him,"Carrots are not for you, silly!"The more he struggled to get out of the pot, the more he sank down further into the murky soup more afraid of drowning than being cooked alive.Still, the girl more than compensated for his qualms about their cultural differences and he dipped into her juicy channel with accelerating frequency. She had a basic instinct for accepting his insertions into her well-padded rear-end.