"Doesn't this look... odd?" It looks like we gotta go through here is what it looks like." Sweetie Belle said in a very "matter of fact" tone. "I hope... you aren't scared of tight spaces." It... doesn't look very comfortable." Fluttershy said observing the crevice. The tunnel did indeed to look like a very tight fit.Sweetie giggled. "I bet many boys would disagree with you 'Shy." she said playfully. The pink haired bombshell gave her a confused look before realizing what the canal's "theme" was.. I wanted them to feel every inch of me. I thought of how I’d taste dripping off of those lips. I imagined I’d be sweeter- everything was probably sweeter coming from those lips. I let him follow me into the stairwell at work where, at the top, he approached me from behind. Before I felt his hands wrap around my waist, I felt his lips. Oh, his lips. The skin on my neck melted on contact with each kiss. Every slow, wet, tender kiss. I felt each one in my whole body. He continued to suck at my. "Show them to their quarters," Big Mike told his chauffeur, whose cock was tenting his pants from the show Michelle had put on. "Tell them when dinner is and do something about your erection problem, use Maria or Carmen." He then went into the house to think about Garry's offer of other women.The driver escorted them through the house, out the back door and to a building that looked newly built."You'll stay here," he told them. "There's a bedroom and bathroom behind each of the four doors on. He would come about two Sundays a month, having to travel some with his business. For three or four months, dinner and conversation was all that happened. Then one Sunday evening in the first warmth of spring, as John rose to go, Maggie took his arm and led him to her bed. Afterwards they held each other and cried for their lost loves and shared loneliness. As he dressed to go, she whispered, ‘John, please don’t leave any money.’ But John had the money prepared as usual in a small envelope and.