I stayed perfectly still, enjoying the pleasure that he was giving me. I didn’t care that we were at the police station. I wanted him to fuck me eve...ry way imaginable. He continued to lick me, but this time more slowly and gently, turning my moans to whimpers. I looked down and watched him, he looked up at me, and he held my hands as he pleased me. I gripped my hands tighter around his as I felt the pleasure building inside me. “That’s it, that’s it, I’m going to….” I moaned as I came on the. You would spend several weekends with a small group of other members, each weekend engaged in activities focused on a particular sexual activity. And for every step of your initiation, you would be blindfolded. Except for the people you met at lunch, you wouldn't see the other members' faces until you were a member yourself.There would be a weekend with a couple of guys whose primary focus would be your pussy. If your mouth touched a cock, it would only be to prepare it for your love. Kristen acts more freely and confidently than I. She was happy to allow me to watch her naked, sprightly breasts bounce with life and enthusiasm as she maneuvered her body around mine. I cupped one of her breasts in my palm and held it carefully. I let my index finger slip across her stiff nipple and it reacted actively, bending at the applied pressure and then returning to its original position of full attention. I twisted in gently between my forefinger and thumb and then tugged it sweetly. I. Okay, I'll admit, I used to do the same thing myself in my college and dating days.I suppose the urge is biological. The male seeking to spread his seed far and wide, to breed as many fertile wombs as possible. All subconscious, of course. Or maybe not completely subconscious — whereas few women would find the notion of bearing five children by five different men appealing or even sexy, I think most men find the idea of having children by five different women conceptually appealing as hell (if.