But there's no touching, see? If you think you're going to have sex with me, forget it. And you can't touch yourselves either. And if you think you're... gonna take pictures and post them on MySpace the minute you get home, you can forget that too." Whaddya mean we can't touch ourselves?" I mean, you can't touch your dicks. No jerking off for you while I'm ... I'm ... doing my thing. That's the rules, OK?"They looked at one another and with big grins on their faces they quickly agreed.I don't. ”“But isn’t it? I mean as long as they learn how to be safe,” replied Ella. “Young people should explore what turns them on. That way, when they’re ready to enter into a mature relationship, they have a better chance of success because they know what they want out of it. I mean, I had the stereotypical lesbian fling in college, and I learned that while women can be fun, I really want a man. And not just one. By the time I met John, I knew that I would never be satisfied with one partner, so I. Each stroke inside me went deeper and then I began to grab her asscheeks. I’d finally surrendered and urged her to go deeper, faster and much harder. I made soft moans with every entrance and then a loud noise in pain as she f***ed her wooden phallus deep inside me with a fraction of the f***e she could gather, tearing my hymen and making me a virgin no more. A tiny amount of bl**d trickled out of me and I felt a little pain. She thrust it in again, a little harder this time and the phallus. Your tongue strains to reach me but as much as I crave your touch, I have n’t finished teasing you just yet. Pushing my finger into your mouth, you suckle on it, softly at first. I push in a second finger as you begin to suck harder, eliciting a small moan from me as I feel a jolt of electricity heading southwards. I begin to run my fingers down my dripping slit, tracing the outline of my hot, swollen lips. Collecting some of my sweet nectar, I press my fingers back into your mouth, letting.