I closed my eyes, his raging hard on still filling my mount, and began to rub my finger over his hot hole. I expected at least a brief hesitation, but... just the opposite. Mike laid down against me even more, pushing his ass into the air and back into the finger that was massaging him.We kept to that position for what seemed like forever. I was fighting the urge to cum, trying to focus instead on this new area of his body that I now had access to. He moaned the entire time that I rubbed his sweet. Cowed, the blonde stands aside to let him pass and he helps the girl sit uprightHer kiss is undeniably sweet and his knees shake slightly, planted firmly as they are against the floor. His hands tease at her spine, a stroke he knows well by now, and behind him his beta strokes his own form through the silk. Distracted, he twists his neck and she seizes her chance, dropping a sharp bite down over his jugular. He hisses to disguise his moan and another mouth joins her at his throat, making the. During one of my classes in Female Sexuality, my professor totally dismissed the possibility of females having a ‘G-Spot’. He cited study after study denouncing the existence of a G-Spot, some of them involving MRI exams and other methods of detecting deviances in the physiology of the female vagina. I knew from personal experience they were wrong. Little did I know, proving it would become my life’s work.When writing my thesis, I knew going in the major problem with it. It was based on purely. On the 14th of June came a letter, this arrived at her office marked private and confidential so it wasn't opened by her secretary, Inside was a letter and three photographs. The letter said he had admired her from afar and was finally putting pen to paper, along with a lot of other romantic stuff, the photos consisted of a guys body taken from front rear and side all totally naked and showing in two photos an erect penis of considerable proportions. The post script to the letter was if she was.