Lips touched her calves, sliding down towards her ankles… gently he raised her foot to his lips, kissing first one toe and then he other, slowly, ge...ntly, savoring each before drawing it into his mouth… softly he sucked and kissed each in turn…then moving to the arch of her foot and back to her toes again… a tiny moan of pleasure escaped her and her hand slid down gently to caress her mound.He moved forward, moving his mouth slowly up her leg, tasting each inch of her calf,,, brushing the backs. Thank God for parents.Back to my sexual thoughts. I'm like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, when it comes to sexual thoughts. I have two complete opposite opinions on the subject of my sexual thinking. Let me try and explain.If I had to live life all over again, I don't know which I would choose. The upright standing man who lives the good clean life, Dr. Jekyll. He might be the deacon of the church. No sexual wavering, and only the one sexual partner. He would be honest, true and full of conviction. ?It?s not real. And you?re not wired, so you can?t feelit.? He handed her a drink. ?This is fruit juice. Careful, it willadd centimeters to your waistline. Don?t drink more than five perday.?Cookie sipped her drink. It disappeared as if she had quaffed it. Noflavor. No sensation of cold. Yeah, maybe it would be more fun if shegot wired.She watched the show. Strippers, ?live? (virtual) sex. One actinvolved a dragon. A very male dragon. Her avatar?s Lust scoreincreased with each act. She acquired. " If you want your clothes back, come along withus." The boys went along the edge of the woodstoward the old barn. Betty followed, steppingcarefully, for she was barefoot, and keeping bothhands between her legs. When they arrived,Richard said, "Well, come on, come in." She hadno choice but to step into the barn; they had herclothes. There was hay on the floor, so it was softunder foot, and enough sunlight came in throughgaps in the siding, missing boards, that it wasn't atall dark. She.