Looking hungrily back up at her, Ibegan to rapidly lap my tongue on her underside and then opened mymouth and took her back inside me. She smiled at m...e and told me what agood boy I was. Emboldened by this, and my growing lust, I tried towork my tongue around the side of her panties so I could taste her cockproper.Although I licked her flesh I couldn't free her from her panties.Sensing my frustration, she reached down and pulled them to one side,her hard cock springing up and standing proud, no. On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are ludicrous,But lovely,Much like a pair of pantiesRolled down to the knees,No longer clothing,But ornament--When they do not give suckTo infants' needs,Breasts are panties, too,Rolled down to the knees.God or nature,Take. ”“What’s that?” George asked.Jill reached down and petted his inner thigh, brushing against him. “You’ll see.”With that she got up and walked in the direction of their sleeping car. Jill had gotten her fill of excessive railroad jargon, and the wide open nothingness of the Great Plains. She was horny, was getting hornier, and was no longer really willing to just put up with it. Time for George to follow her into the bedroom... March 15th, 1995, 6:15 PM CT; O’Hare International Airport; Chicago,. .. yow! Some of the photographs were really amazing. It was a hell of an education in all kinds of kinks that people had. Not only had, but wanted documented!Ah, San Francisco: Land of the fruits and nuts!This stuff was mostly just a couple, or maybe someone wanting some shots for posterity, or to act out a fantasy. There was a referral thing going on, and I am not sure if it was just the thing to do, to be shot by a two girl photography team doing the nasty, or what it was. Hand over fist.