I ignored the light touch across my face and over my shoulder. As I slowly came farther out of my deep slumber I became more aware of the tickling fe...eling on my face and neck. It was like a soft feather floating through the breeze teasing me with its illusive flight. It felt kind of nice. I laid there in the dark with my eyes closed soaking up the surprisingly intriguing light touch. I started to imagine how it would feel to have this touch over my entire body. I slid the blanket down. She managed only to get him halfway out before she looked at him, caught his gaze, and moved her hands of his hips, allowing him to drive himself all the way into her flushed face. She let out a muffled groan of pleasure, and began to run her hands along her body, teasing her nipples. He was caught off guard, but only hesitated for a moment before he made a split decision to take advantage of her in this position. He began to thrust into her mouth, holding her in place by her hair. She loved. Tiffany and Sara sit on the couch in their friend’s trashy dorm. Sara has broad frizzed blonde hair and wears a photo shirt of a woman streaming sweat mouth wide in a shout into a microphone. Tiffany too is waxing – peak of her beauty – red ringlets and pouting lips and cheeks, dressed in powder blue. She is small and tight. Veronica pushes the VHS they’d found abandoned in a gutter, pushes it with her hips into the machine. It’s an old flip-up machine. Moves with its own rhythms when she. I was in love with my ‘Mean Machine.’I showed my wife and two daughters how it worked, that was my mistake! After that the grass stopped growing and I never got a chance to ride it. However I still had to maintain it. It used a lot of gas and I had to add a little oil every now and then too. I quickly put an engine hour meter on it so that I could tell how long it had been run.Every day when I came home from work there was at least an hour or more of time added to the hour meter. Not one of my.