I know that I will never rise with the morning sun and be greeted by that face. Don’t speak to me of desire. Yet there are those who see desire as a... physical thing only. All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their lust inflamed loins will allow their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck.. "Hey, I want some of that too," Meg said, moving around to the side. Sandy and Lissa each removed one of their hands from each other and placed them on Meg's chest. Meg took their now-neglected breasts in her own hands, and they stood in a triangle, each girl fondling and being fondled by both of her partners.They teased each other like that for a few minutes, and Lissa felt her body responding to the stimulation. Her breathing deepened and she felt warm. From the sounds the other girls were. How many sex partners have you had? 10? 15? 20? Maybe you are some sort of sexual athlete and you have had score of partners? You want intimate? Try killing a guy. Let’s face it, that’s as intimate as it ever gets because no one else is ever going to kill him again are they? And if you want that closeness multiplied till it’s as deep as it can get, just don’t kill a guy, but do it face to face, do it with a knife. That wasn’t going to be my chosen method, it’s far too messy and can be too. . You scream out in ecstasy as it fills you and hits bottom... You grab my ass, pulling me into you demanding me to fuck you hard and fast.... I start pounding your pussy madly, my balls slapping your ass as I hold your legs up and drive into you hard with each stroke...My head bulges and throbs with each thrust, as your walls surround me and grip me tight... It feels wonderful being inside you, filling you with my dick and having your love box squeeze and massage me with every stroke... I.