I kissed her inner thighs…trailing soft kisses up and down, licking occasionally. I could feel her legs tremble at the sensations. I took my time, s...avoring her skin, her scent, the source so close to my mouth, dripping in anticipation. I licked up one side of the crease of her thigh, over her taunt belly, and back down the other crease. She was spread wide for me, her womanly lips parted, her large clit swollen, begging for my tongue’s attentions. I blew hot air on her clit, gently. She. "It's really wild to hear you guys cumming at the same time as us, but my Dad's the guy I want to cum with. No offence, guys, but he is the love of my life. Being with anyone else would feel ... I don't know. Like cheating, maybe?"Beckie had put what we were all feeling into words that everyone agreed on. Looking around the table, I saw three women with that flush of sexual satisfaction on their faces. In my life, I'd put a similar expression there for two of them. But after having made love in. By the time we had our first candidate for gene therapy, a fourteen-year-old girl, the whole world knew “something” was going on in the U.S. There were wild rumors of all kinds, and the supermarket tabloids were full of them. Aliens had landed and were doing all these things. Angels had come to Earth to perform miracles. Church attendance increased, even though no church claimed responsibility.A handful of charlatans did claim responsibility, but they were unmasked easily. None could perform a. (I'm a little shyer with these things. – been used over and over by bad girls or the ones that just want to use you for your cock or money.)But even with that last statement, and although I'm shy, I like all types of ladies, and I am kind of the "equal opportunity" type of lover. But I'm saying all of this to say that there was this girl I met that I couldn't let get away.I normally like shorter girls. I'm six feet- one inch, and I like girls who are short, athletic, preppy, and prissy, (aka.