Haven't either."Slowly, their mouths came together in the most agonizingly passionate kiss Laura had ever experienced. Somehow they didn't even want t...o go on, to move beyond the kiss. Instead, their mouths expressed their longing and their lust, searching, probing, searing one another, until they broke apart, panting and mewling softly in a sweet delirium of need.Karen put her fingers to Laura's mouth. "Don't say anything."Laura's eyes were begging Karen, imploring her. She took Karen's hand. Mr. Online laughed as I cried, ‘What were you saying earlier slut? That I was ‘too weak to take a real woman like’ you?’ ‘Fuck you, you bastard!’ I yelled out at him. ‘you’re a fucking pervert, r****g me.’ He laughed as he thrust harder and faster into my gaping asshole. As hard as I tried I couldn’t stifle my moans as his cock ministrations to my poor asshole began to make my pussy gush. The ecstasy wasn’t helping either…or maybe it was. Because suddenly I couldn’t get enough of his cock.. After most weekly meetings, he went home with a moderately pretty womanin black stockings, toting a wet, hairy pussy.That week was his extra lucky week. And he wanted to give it his bestshot.He had an "icebreaker " in mind that was popular with the pantyboys hehad romanced.The man saw that the nightstand next to the Olympic-sized bed was wellstocked.Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Slickyboy Masturbation Cream. Baby oil.Mr. Firmwood went old school. He grabbed the baby oil. And deluged hisright. .. in the way."Look, I bet this is all very upsetting to hear. I don't blame you. Idon't think we were wrong for what we did, and still, I think you'rejustified in feeling upset. But I hope you'll get over it, because, if youlook at it from an outsider's point of view, I think it's clear that whatwe did was OK."And now that we did it, we're not going to need to do something like thisagain for a long while. So that's something less to worry about."I listened. I took in all this information. I.