“Possibly. Maybe even probably. Her poetry reflected the narrator’s love of women and men. However, her male contemporaries also wrote similar poe...try. Gender was not as important to the people of that period.” Georges offered a sly smile, “And, technically, I am a Lesbian as well. Lesbian being the English name for people from my island.”“So what kinds of things happen in here?” Barry asked.“People tell of phantom touching. They feel people touching them but there is no one there…”To all. I turned and moved off his face and started to suck his cock as I love to do. I wanted to demonstrate again my love for him. But he would not have just that. He quietly told me to move on top of him so he could lick my pussy as I sucked him. I acquiesced, knowing I would not be able to give him my best with his tongue working on me. But he had to know this as well. And then I had one of the most erotic experiences and feelings that I have ever had in my life. I had let go of all my inhibitions. In the midst of my climax, I realised that it had slipped past my cervix and entered my womb. This knowledge further intensified my already overpowering orgasm, and I felt a great need to touch myself.That wasn't too easy, since I was covered in worms, so instead I found myself just touching them, and surprised to discover just how much I loved how they felt. They were impossibly slippery, I don't think I could have grabbed one no matter how secure a hold I had. But beyond that, they felt just. "Thanks, Dan, but Rick is coming for me. He should be here any minute, and... Jesus, Jesus, you'll have to excuse me, Dan. I have to piss something fierce." She clutched at her crotch and made a wild dash for the potty in the church basement.Her bladder was overflowing and the insides of her thighs were wet from the leakage, the hot fluid squeezing out with every step she took. She'd felt the urge even before Dan fucked her in the loft, and it was unbearable now.Rushing into the toilet stall,.