Then, she would grab Boroth and push his pretty blond head down to lick her tummy clean.The two boys had grown accustomed to her games and let her pus...h them into any kinky whim that took hold of her devious mind. When the crew members saw some of the tricks she played, they roared with laughter at her inventive female mind.Earlier in the evening, she had lingered in the doorway of her father's cabin and watched him stroke his rampant cock into the mother's nicely padded bottom. The long-haired. It is a communal thing and something social introverts can participatewithout feeling odd; it is not about all conversation or being the mostlikable person, it is about a bond of being there and speaking when youwish; mainly, no dirt or gossip which most social introverts like as anenvironment. Even up to the late 90's and early 2000's after her fatherdied, she and her parents or her and her mother in the early 2000'swould continue the family tradition of reading and going to McD. Once she got her stride up her legs started to ache and she started to struggle. That is when I was told to put two stainless steel “Ben Wa” balls into her pussy. If they fell out I was to whip her, make her squat and pick them up with her mouth and wash them and then spit them into my hand for reinsertion.She dropped them five times!She never complained or said a word.That was a pretty easy one though compared to some of the others we did.The next one was a fig. Her sister carved a ginger root. Her soft buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with Tori was much better. Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She jumped and straightened her clothes. She opened the door."Tori, it's late---Bryan, what are you doing here?" He was ... just ....