“I can’t speak for Kavita. She has her own mind about things. But, Manu, just to be clear, in my book, you’ll always still be a pussy boy,” he laughed. He had to spill water all over my compliment to him. As he started to take leave, he asked, “By the way, Manu, what are Kavita’s favorite kind of flowers?” I knew that she liked flowers, but the audacity of him to use me to find out what my wife liked so that he could seduce adorable her! The bastard! I genuinely couldn’t recall if Kavita even had one favorite. “Gulab (roses),” I replied, figuring one can’t go wrong with roses. Prem appeared lost in thought for a moment as he stared into my eyes. “I don’t think so, Manu,” he stated, turning his gaze towards various girlfriend flower shops down the street. “I’m going to get her chameli (jasmine) flowers. Those are her favorites. I’m surprised you don’t know that, pussy boy. There’s a lot you don’t seem to know about your pretty wife, even after years of marriage.” He patted me on the back and walked off towards the flower shops. He knew all along. The patronizing bastard was just testing me. It was Hardcore his final assault to my ego. (Authors note: This is based on a true story our heroine told me in the chat room but enough is made up to call it fiction.) "That would be fun, wouldn't it. But do you think Mark would go along?" Paul asked. "No, no, it's just a fantasy." A few moments of naked cuddling passed. "Did you and Mark ever talk about swinging?" Paul asked. "No. He's so straight." More moments passed. We were kissing deeply and Paul's hand was gently rubbing my very sloppy pussy. His cock was in my hand. "Didn't tight I read about people complaining about some sort of swinging club near perky the border?" he asked. So the girls must have taken them both. He swung the belt at her boobs until she started to cry, then he mercifully removed the tape from the base of her breasts - Laura cried even harder as the blood rushed back to her nipples - and then had Laura lick and fondle his cock until he was ready to fuck again. “Wait a minute. I finger her pussy to get my finger wet and put the tip of my finger in her bum. And, she did spend the hours till noon putting her power of imagination to work. “Here” he said, handing one to me. “Open it up, it is a home test kit for HIV. “So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for work, and give up on a dream? It would really turn me on.” both girls nodded quickly, so eager to please. Cynthia was surprised when Hannah had called her and asked if she wanted to hang out. “Come on honey. Her soft abdomen heaved a few times, and then finally and slowly, Tracy’s orgasm lessened and she began to relax, taking a deep stuttered breath and finally giving a huge, satisfied sigh. But he just brushed it off as her being somewhat naïve. Her every pinch of my nipple and flutter of her tongue perky fed it. He still had many questions however, and was a little confused about the way his body was changing, and being forced to pleasure Hamden only made him all the more tight confused. Phillipa moaned. “Yes Sir.” She stands at the center of the curtains, looks over her shoulder and says, “are you ready, Sir?” His servants gave a servile bow and then rushed off to their assigned duties. An uncomfortable silence began to build. My tail swished from side-to-side as Master fell between her thighs. To add up to this, she had called him 'naughty'. Conversely, the tribespeople thought slavery was just a fact of life. Teenagers, am I right? “Yep. She turned back to face me standing at the foot of the bed. Hardcore It’s time to change that posture, giving her the smile back Steve always liked to see. the man girlfriend palmed the back of the boys head and began pumping his cock into the boy’s mouth. Also, bring some mints, have you been eating Tuna?" A black curl falls down over his face as he leans in to nip at my shoulder and draw blood for a second. Okay, bud?” He clapped his hand adorable down on my shoulder. She then realized that there were two possibilities.