For one thing, it reflects the strong feelings that I have in coitus with an affectionate and responsive female. I seem to go into a kind of trance with its feelings, and it is accompanied by a very strong desire for it to never end. That is just continue on forever. This has on occasion generated a smiling response on the part of the female who enjoyed it too, but never the less was satisfied with shorter contained sexual experiences, to gently ask, “Sir, are you done, yet?” Another factor is my love of my SPACE FLIGHT STORIES. They originally started as independent stories, but many of them followed a recognized pattern and so they grew into the saga that I have shared here. Several times I have thought that I had mined this story line to its completion, but I continue to find inspiration from its story arc, leading to newer stories from time to time. I suspect that if all the stories were ever gathered together in one volume, that it would be well over one hundred and fifty thousand words. The last known inspiration came from the love of gardening shared by my wife and I in our early marriage and on. She came from a family of devoted gardeners, and so did I. But she loved it and I came to love it through Hardcore my love for her. Early in our marriage, we lived in a brand-new trailer park in a brand-new mobile home. As a gift to my beloved wife, I built a twelve-foot long and six-foot wide self-supporting greenhouse along the back side of our trailer. I got a lot of credibility and appreciation for that effort. We were dedicated gardeners and raised a lot of our seedlings from seeds. It involved transplanting them several times before taking them outside to harden them off for the growing season. My wife had gathered a bunch of three-pound coffee cans, common back then, to use for the last transplanting of our peppers and tomatoes before their eventual home in the ground. One of them got left with potting soil in it on the back-porch stairs with us not noticing it for some time. One day as I walked by, I noticed twin stems growing up from the soil right next to each other in the pot. So, I nosed around in the soil and found the husks of two nuts, one a filbert and the other a hazel nut. They are closely related, but the hazel nut is longer in shape. I showed it to my wife with the inclination to pull them up, after all we didn’t need a filbert/hazelnut tree on our small trailer park lot. But my wife remembered that anal we were going to move soon, because of a growing family and so she asked that we keep them. So, we did. When we moved to our new (to us) home not many months later, we took the coffee can with the growing resulting tree with us, and found a secluded place on our half-acre lot for it to grow. And grow it did, the tiny fused trunk grew up to being a twin tree fetish of thirty feet high and about the same in breadth, oral under my containing pruning. One side had the rounded filberts and the other had the longer hazel nuts, and as the tree grew, its production blowjob became amazing. It produced so many, that it could supply us with ripe nuts all through the winter, and we were a family of five who loved them. A side issue of note, was that the tree also attracted crows and western jays to our back yard. But I don’t know about the jays, but the crow’s bills weren’t strong enough to break open the shells. So, to our amazement, they would grab a couple in their bills and fly over our house to drop them on the two-lane pavement where the school buses traveled for them to crush open the nuts for the crows then to feast on. She had a big smile on her face as she padded towards the guard. Get in.” A few minutes later we were in Hardcore the kitchen—Scarlett putting the veggies into the refrigerator and me sealing the meat into plastic wrap. I turned it on and said a few sentences in a very low voice, then rewound the recorder and played it back. They didn't change the view, but it let her get started on her laps. Before I realized it, Tim was out of the shower. "This bitch gonna rob me?" I thought to myself, but no she bent over still and put on one of my undershirts. The vibrations had torn down walls and forced him to cum three times, his little cock shooting into his hands, leaving a fetish sticky less that he wiped off on some discarded clothes. What a scene it is.. Keisha Rowbottom, the English professor at Rogers College, had been my futa-girlfriend for over a year now. Two weeks full of history, fun and adventure. blowjob Also, I bit the clitoris with my teeth painlessly at several places. I stayed in the living room thinking of the best options to let my kids “play” while I was “unaware” of what they were doing.There were only two couches in the living room. "Oh my god you sick fucker! “Well,” he said, “You did a great job. A great building flanked by columns and statues of Mars. “Be careful that he doesn’t want to do, you know, weird things to your body.” It read: “Use my holes (with an arrow to all her holes), I’m a cum slut, I love to eat pussy and I’m a cocksucker”. Ronnie did say that she wished Amy hadn’t of called her friends to join them. I told her. My green eyes swam with tears. She gave him a little cock-lick as well. The clerk stared at her glistening pussy, not oral believing his luck! Saema was sat up once more and the director got out a simple black bra that was the perfect size for her pert breasts and began anal fitting it in place and getting it clasped. Each time he had cum in less then 2 minutes.