He then turns her around and passionately kiss her deeply as his two large hands start groping her ass while lifting her skirt. Now her stockings, gar...terbelt, thong and her ass are completely exposed to the other two guys. He looks up at them grabbing her ass and ask them what they think of her ass. Well they both were very excited about it and gave multiple great comments as she giggled turning her head to look at them. Then with out any warning he lifts her top up and off and pulls her breast. I’m talking about the writers who can’t form a coherent sentence, spell correctly, use the right words, or punctuate anything to save their life. It’s unfortunate, because while you have a great fantasy, story, or idea, it can’t be conveyed because of the communication barrier.Does anyone really believe you have a 19” dick? Do many men actually know their wife’s measurements? Dress size? Maybe. Bra size? Possible. Weight? Never! So why do many stories start out with “she was 5’10, 38dd-26-36. A whimper tore from her lips, a lame, injured sound of need, a pleading to make the suffering agony end, please gods, make it stop. Hardly aware of her own actions, Silmaria pressed to him, molding her body to his, heedless of the unflattering, uncomfortable bulk of their clothing. She wrapped her legs around the thick solidness of his thigh, hitching her weeping core against his leg. Even fleeting and scant as it was, the friction there was delicious and wonderful. She bit her lip, sleepily. Next door was a room for thoseinto watersports. It contained a bathtub, a tiled floor with a drain anda toilet mounted on a low wooden platform. Girls used here were notgiven time off, but were expected to clean up fully before working thenext client.Once a week we were examined by a doctor from the work farm, as well asdaily inspections by the madam. One night I had just finished servicinga client. He was a 250 pound truck driver who hadn't wash for a week andliked using the hershey bar.