As she savored these lewd memories, Brandee took notice, not for the first time, of how the nature of her fantasies had changed as she grew older. Her... younger self would have selected one of these players to be the focal point of her lust and then achieved orgasm thinking of him and only him. But lately, it seemed only thoughts of group encounters could stimulate her erotic imagination: Groups of men with her—and just her, no other female rivals—at the center of attention.In the current. "Don't you think it looks just like a sweet little cunny," Ezquerra said, turning one of the flowers to face Finney.Finney suspected a lot of things looked just like a 'sweet little cunny' to Ezquerra. Surprisingly, on this occasion he was inclined to agree with him.The flower looked like a woman's groin. The opening at the centre of the flower was a purplish-pink vertical slit lined with fleshy-looking flanges--like labia. It lay at the heart of an inverted triangle that curved down and into a. .. YES! finding her soaking wet nest.Even as a younger woman Gwen had rarely masturbated and never since her marriage yet now she stimulated herself with utter abandon, one hand caressing her breast while the other found and gave her clitoris what it suddenly craved.She squirmed, thrusted and whined aloud as she succumbed to the dream, each moment bringing her closer to the ultimate pleasure she could no longer deny.“YES! TAKE ME!” she screamed when the wave broke over her and she experienced. Of Natasha, of Heather, of Chelsea, etc. It was true of Maria’s mother, Donna, of Maria’s sisters, Nina and Vera, of Jessica Cortez, of Anne Fairfax ... of Adam Hugo, of Coach Brown, of all of them. Why did I constantly see where every vein, artery, and capillary was? It made no sense at all.That was when I went to lunch, Lindsay following me along with Maria, and even Kat Summers and Amber Dumont stared at me across the cafeteria. I noticed also that David Schuyler, Trevor Barker, and Addy.