‘Come on. We should be helping get the tents up.’ I was glad to be busy for a while. Putting the tents up wasn’t difficult with so many hands bu...t my eyes were rarely on the tents. There were so many friendly females around who seemed to want to touch me just to be sure I was really there. My massive prick stood out like a flagpole and I was frequently blushing as female eyes were drawn to it. The married ones were blatant. The single girls were discreet but still checked that the stories were. It disappeared quickly over the top of the monument and into the timber beyond.Land in front of the monument show off! Isra called to her.Aelnala laughed within their connection as she rolled over a full 360 degrees in her turn, bringing even more gasps of awe from the crowd. She flared her massive wings and easily came to rest on the soft ground before the statue of Martin Leonidas's father, the Spartan King. Isra gazed at the monument for a long moment, taking in the bronze figure of the. She lays back on the bed as I kiss along the top of her panties and start to slowly pull them down. Once they're off I have to take a second to look at her amazing, naked body. I've pictured it so many times, but seeing it, being able to touch it is something else entirely. I plant some kisses on the top of one of her thighs and then move my kisses to her other thigh, letting my lips brush very softly over her pussy as I pass over it to her other thigh. She reacts to the softest touch of my. Predominant amongthe stories are those involving gay male and transsexual characters.My BDSM stories are mostly about spanking: "A Lark" ("A dare broughtthem closer together--much closer!"); "A Tale of a Tail" ("Sarah Owenstries on the beast within"); "First-Timer," Parts 1 through 5, in which"a sadistic Dom punishes his male sub," using his hand, a paddle, a widebelt, and a narrow belt, before the psychological effects are detailedin the first four parts' "aftermath"; "Hanky Panky" ("He was.