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Archive-name Miscellguideseltxt

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Archive-author: BeastBoy
Archive-title: Guide to Select Female Animal

This is a Guide written by one of my friends, BeastBoy. I hope you
find it informative… Constructive comments welcomed. All flames
will go to /dev/null…

A Guide to Selecting a Female Animal for Fun and Friendship

Copyright 1993 BeastBoy
All Rights Reserved

INTRODUCTION

I have often been asked by the would-be bestialist: “What kind
of animal is the best?” A lot of the answer, of course, is
personal taste, but many guys have little or no experience, and
have no knowledge on which to base an opinion. An ideal
situation would be to have one of each to experiment with, but
in this day and age, few can have a place to keep farm animals,
and fewer still can keep a selection of them. Therefore, I
have written this paper, in which I will share some insights
gained over more than 35 years of making love to animals of all
common species. My opinions are my own, of course, but perhaps
the information here will help lead you in the right direction.

First there are some important things that are common to all
animals:

WHERE TO GET YOUR ANIMAL

If you live in an area where you can have farm animals, there
are bound to be one or more livestock auctions nearby. If you
decide to attend, get there early and inspect the possibilities.
A lot of this is just gut feel, since you will not likely get
close enough to touch them. If you are going to bid on an
animal, select one that has a sleek coat, bright eyes and an
alert posture. A lot of auction animals have not been treated
very well in their life, so they will be suspicious of humans
and may be difficult to train.

The best place to buy livestock is from a breeder. The cost
will be higher, but you will be able to better evaluate the
animal and find out something about her history. You will be
able to get a “hands on” inspection, so be sure to briefly get a
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellerosia04txt

Monday, July 13th, 2009

Archive-author: David P. Thomas
Archive-title: Erosian Theory and Practice

Code Of Conduct

The following rules apply to all Erosian Theorist
registered and otherwise. They are general guidelines to
follow. If rules are broken then obviously the person has
no desire to continue on his/her study, and has elected to
divorce him/herself from the group. No rules exist for
expulsion of members, however prosecution and conviction
of a member by the city, state or federal government of
the United States for sex crimes will cause the Erosian
Coordinator to delete all input from this individual.

Guidelines

1. No Erosian shall engage in any sexual activity that is
not consented to by all parties involved.

2. No Erosian shall engage in sex with any person who is
unable to realistically make decisions concerning his
or her sexual desires, preferences, likes and dislikes.
This includes minors, the elderly, the mentally or
emotionally impaired or handicapped.

3. Safe sex and thoughtful attention to details of birth
control, disease prevention and especially AIDS
prevention should be practiced by all Erosians.

4. No permanent physical, mental or emotional damage is to
be allowed during sexual practices.

5. Any Erosian not desiring to participate in sexual
activity outside the scope of his own world, should
designate such by placing a N in the questionaire form
when asked about participation.

6. No Erosian should harrass another Erosian who has
placed a N following his PEIC number. This is
signifying that he/she is NOT interested in sexual
activity at that time.

By following the above guidelines I believe that we have
the ability to begin a listing procedure that will allow
others to meet and discuss and possibly experiment with
certain ideas and concepts.

Divers do it deep

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

I went for a warm-water diving holiday – blue skies – clear water – my
club-mates all had other plans, or they had used up their holiday leave – and
so they got left behind

You never know who you’ll end up diving with – it’s a mixture, good and bad -
but it’s warm – We need our cold-water wetsuit tops on, over our swim gear, but
it’s warm enough to leave off the neoprene pants that are a must back home -
When I get there we have an odd number in the party – we start by diving with a
three – then the next new arrival is buddied with me – she isn’t bad-looking -
on the thin side – but she starts off like a real pain – chip-on-shoulder
feminist -

We start a boat dive – get our kit together – I go to check her over before we
dive – she says ‘don’t treat me like a beginner – I don’t need this macho diver
stuff – I’m an underwater archaeologist’ – well I come from a club where we
look after each other – we take safety seriously – I hope I’ll get the same
from you – she shrugs

we start the dive from the boat after a longish trip out round the coast – a
shallow-water boat dive should be safe and easy – no more than ten metres -
lots of light, warmth and colours – oh we can’t make up our minds to agree
which way to go – signal troubles and squabble – she swims well but wants to
lead off anywhere and everywhere – I follow – hardly any time to look at the
wildlife -

rocks and weed and crud – something wrong – we’re both tangled up in something
– I signal her to wait while I try and get rid of whatever it is – I get out my
knife and start cutting – she’s really nervous – fidgets and flaps – getting
more tangled up – is it net or is it line – can’t see as it’s practically
invisible in the water – just a bit of weed caught in it – I give her stronger
signals to stop fart-arsing about – point my index-finger – show flat of hand -
ring with thumb and first finger – meaning – you – stop right there – ok? -
at last she gives back – ok – she stops moving around and I set to work – only
a few strands round my fins – wow – she’s got in a mess – lots of tangled stuff
– knife isn’t the best for nets, but it’s all I’ve got – a very little air into
her jacket – so she’ll rise up out of the net as she gets free – bit of air
into mine too – I work to free her head first and then on down – what’s this,
more net stuff round her regulator valve – cut it free – stay far enough off
not to get tangled again myself we swap more signals while I work – check
there’s no more panic – she gives ‘ok’ back – right, now her body’s free and
out of the net, only her legs to do, there are strands around her knife-sheath
and fins – eventually we get her entirely free – at last – better check though
I’m pretty sure we’re all ok -

oh fuck, she may be a pain, but she’s got good legs – I get a slight stir about
the cock and wonder what the rest of her is like – well, now the main work is
done, but I run my hands all down her thighs, to make sure there’s nothing
…End of the part1. To be continued..

The Commute

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

Port Authority Bus Terminal was nearly empty at this hour of the
evening. Ben waited on line for his bus home to Jersey, exhausted after
another day of bullshit at his public relations firm. It was bad enough
to pull these late nights on occasion, but to top it off this was the
start of the July 4th weekend. Just about everyone else had deserted
the city for cooler climates, making the station seem more desolate than
usual.

There were two other business types waiting on the “33″ line. Ben
looked at the clock: 11:45, five more minutes. He glanced across the
corridor, to an old bum lying in front of a bank of payphones, to the
contents of a trashcan overturned by someone looking for cans to
recycle. He was jostled from his reverie by a soft voice.

“Excuse me, is this the line for Montclair?” Ben turned to behold
a very pretty blonde. He momentarily forgot the question as he stared
at her. “The 33, does it stop here?”

The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She was clad in a
short, loose black skirt with a sleeveless gold top that accented her
hair, which looked freshly washed. Maybe she just came from the gym,
Ben thought. Her attire and hair complemented a deep golden tan. Ben
remembered that it had been some time since he’d been laid and he felt
some familiar twitchings in his pants.

“Oh, sorry,” he finally responded. “Yeah, this is the line.” The
blonde thanked him and pulled out a paperback.

The bus pulled up to the door and the riders boarded. They were
greeted by an announcement that there was an accident in the Lincoln
Tunnel that could delay the trip. If there was one thing Ben hated, it
was getting stuck in the tunnel.

The two passengers ahead of him sat up front. Ben opted for
something in the middle of the bus. The blonde sat in the row in front
of him, across the aisle.

When the bus pulled away from the gate, the driver turned off the
main lights. Ben switched on his overhead lamp and returned to his
crossword puzzle. The blonde switched her light but it didn’t work.
Neither did the one for the seat next to her. “Shit,” she muttered, as
she gathered he bag and moved to the seat directly across from Ben. At
least he would have something to look at.

The blonde crossed her sexy legs, and tugged at her skirt. Ben
kept glancing at her, hoping she wouldn’t catch him. But she was intent
on her book.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellbgbb0992txt

Monday, April 13th, 2009

Archive-author: Bwana DePervert
Archive-title: Bwana’s Guide To Bouncing Boobs

LOOP Premium Graphics – Chicago
“America’s Breast BBS”
(708) 675-LOOP / @1992
BGBB0992.ZIP

DA FILE

The filename, BGBBxxxx.ZIP, is formulated to make future versions
(if any) easy to identify; BGBB = Bwana’s Guide Bouncing Boobs;
xxxx = mth/yr (0992). I’d like to say this concept is original,
but unlike the list itself, it’s not!

DA BACKGROUND

What started as a user request developed into this. It is by no means
a complete list of BOUNCING BOOB VIDEOS, but it does catalog a good
cross section of flicks (and principal performers) that are for the
most part still available through video outlets and manufacturers.
The videos listed here are either R- or X-rated. Additionally, they
are rated either 3 or 4 (4 being highest) on Bwana’s Personal Rating
System, which is based largely on erotisism and is purely judgemental.

DA LIST

4-STAR RATING:

Between My Breasts: #05 – Nichole Reed; C Starr; La Dawn; Raven
Between My Breasts: #09 – B Belle; C Love; T Roche; L Topp
Big Boob (Lingerie) Party – D Jordon; Georgina; Karen; Sheilagh; Madeline
Big Boobs: #02 – Toni, Maxine, Zoe, Georgina, Five More
Big Bust Babes: #01 – C Samples; R Brewer; R Pedon; M Monroe; Yum Yum; Doreen;
Big Busty: #02 (Busty Nymphos) – L Sands; A Ample; C Nelson; S Fox/R Court;
Bert; Mary Ann
Big Busty: #10 (Breast To Breast) – M Rae; C Canyon; K Stewart; Ursala
Big Busty: #22 – Nicole Reed; Tami; Angela Parker
Big Busty: Best Of Big Busty: #01 – K Stewart; L Sands; M Rae; G Reeves;
C Canyon; A Owens; C Kane; B Alton;
Karen Wing; A Sprinkle; C Nelson;
A Ample; Donna; K Nativadad and Debra.
Big Busty: Ten Years Of Big Bust: #01 – L Sands; K Stewart; C Nelson; N Reed;
B Bell; S Owens; E Duchi; C Samples;
M Rae; C Cane; D Jordon; Karen; P
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Aviary

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

Sex always seemed to be a contest for Lisa and Trey, a competition of
imagination or stamina or daring or flexibility. Who could do what, where,
how, the most?
To him she seemed to be a dream come true. An attractive older woman
with no apparent inhibitions who floated into his life three or four times
a year and then disappeared with out a trace. He suspected that she was a
celebrity of some sort and that added spice to an already hot relationship.
He seemed like a child to her. A well-hung, sexually talented child
who drew astonishing responses from her body. She enjoyed the relationship.
There was something inexplicably delicious about playing the role of a
“woman of mystery.”
They walked hand in hand through the intermittent drizzle into the
nearly deserted city zoo. Her full breasts bounced gently beneath the
fabric of her lavender blouse which was tucked into a long flowing skirt
beneath which she wore nothing at all. She was already wet with anticipatio
n. “Where’s the aviary?”
He grinned, “What’s the hurry? Don’t you want to see the wild
animals?”
“Only one, dear. Only one.” They took the path up the hill and
entered the net-covered aviary. The gravel path wound through dense
foliage in which all manner of brightly colored birds perched. There were
concrete benches set back into the foliage at irregular intervals along the
path.
This had been an excellent choice. There was no one around and even
the normally raucous birds were somewhat subdued by the rain.
He chose a bench midway along the path and sat facing the direction of
the entrance, then pulled her to stand before him and raised her skirt. He
stroked the wiry red-brown curls that framed her pussy, ran a finger
lightly over her long inner lips which protruded slightly, a deep rosy pink
and slippery wet.
She lifted her leg, putting one foot on the bench beside him and
reached down and pulled her inner lips wide apart, opening herself to his
eyes and fingers and mouth. She felt his warm hands cupping her ass and
then the sweet shock as velvet met velvet, his tongue moved tenderly around
and over her clit and he sucked at it gently.
Covering his teeth with his lips he squeezed the base of the pulsating
bud softly and flicked his tongue rapidly over the top.
She moaned, her knees growing weak, “Oh Lord that’s nice!” She
pressed herself against his mouth, squirming with pleasure, only to gasp in
surprise as his index finger began circling the eager mouth of her vagina.
He dipped deeply into the hot wet cave, coating his finger with her
juices, then withdrew and slowly pushed into her anus. Moving his thumb
into her vagina, he gently rubbed thumb and forefinger together.
“Please! Please baby, please! Trey, I need it!” She bit back a
scream as he sucked hard at her clit, “Damn you!”
He smiled up at her, his fingers moving in small circles, “You want
something?”
“Give me your cock!”
“Now?” He tugged at her gently.
“Don’t tease! God! Don’t make me wait!” she pinched her aching
nipples through the thin material of her blouse and then his fingers were
no longer inflicting their sweet torture. She was simply standing, empty
and trembling while he stood and freed himself from the confines of his
levis.
He sat and drew her down to his lap, guiding himself to the opening,
watching the length of his cock disappear into the snug heat of her cunt.
With a sigh of pure pleasure, she slid slowly down the shart until she
could hold no more, then spread her pussy lips so that his rough hairs
rubbed against her swollen clit. She contracted around him, her cervix
sucking at the head, then began riding him in ernest, rising slowly,
plunging down quickly, over and over.
He seized her nipples, pinching, pulling at them as she moved faster
on him, the pressure building rapidly.
She shook her head, her long hair falling over her eyes, and cried out
as the spasms began within her. She ground against him with each
shuddering wave.
“Jesus! Lisa…aah…suck baby!” It seemed as though her pussy *was*
sucking at him, devouring him, pulling each spurt of cum from him until he
wondered if there was any marrow left in his bones.
She nuzzled against his shoulder as the orgasm faded slowly, unaware
of the rain’s increased intensity.
Neither noticed the curnch of gravel on the path until the uniformed
zoo attendant was almost upon them, “‘Scuse me, but you folks’d best be
gettin’ on home. We’re fixin’ t’ shut ‘er down on account of the tornado
warning! You’ll have t’ use the main gate, though. Everythin’ else is
locked up tight!”
From somewhere Trey found the composure to say, “Thank you, we’ll be
right out,” and the attendant left them to rearrange their clothing and
make their way, giggling madly, back down to the front gate.

Archive-name Miscellsudocunttxt

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

Archive-author: Dick Sated
Archive-title: PseudoCunt

THE ULTIMATE GIF VIEWING ACCESSORY!

The other day I found an amusing and informative text file on
some BBS or other, explaining how to make a lifelike, artificial
vagina “out of common household products.”

Hey, I thought, I’ve tried that. (Bet you have, too. Be honest.)
I was intrigued.

The guy who wrote it calls his device Porta-Pussy. It involves a
mailing tube, a string, and a balloon. Basically, you lower the
balloon into the tube, stretch the neck of the balloon to overlap
the outer edge of the tube, then use the string to stretch the
balloon down the length of the tube.

He suggests taping the tube to the edge of a table, kneeling down
and licking it for a while, then standing up and fucking it.

I just tried fucking it. It wasn’t bad. I decided not to try the
advanced applications, though, which include sticking a dildo up
your ass and drinking the cum as it leaks out of the tube. Another
time, maybe.

But I did admire his imaginative design; simple to make, reasonable
facsimile, easy cleanup (throw away the balloon). His description
made fun reading, too; “How I Spell Relief.” I encourage others to
download his file (called IWACK1.ZIP).

So, in a spirit of sharing, here’s my technique. It doesn’t look
as authentic as his, and it takes more preparation, but I think
it feels MUCH closer to the real thing. Close your eyes and the
PseudoCunt (this name just occurred to me; snappy, huh?) feels
just EXACTLY like a warm, wet, tight pussy.

You think I’m kidding, right? Nope. Read on, if you’re so inclined.

CONTENTS:

1- Registration
2- Materials & Ingredients
3- Construction
4- How to Use
5- Hints & Techniques
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellsmileytxt

Saturday, November 8th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Unofficial Smilie Dictionary, The

:-) Your basic smilie. This smilie is used to inflect a sarcastic or
joking statement since we can’t hear voice inflection over Unix.
;-) Winky smilie. User just made a flirtatious and/or sarcastic remark.
More of a “don’t hit me for what I just said” smilie.
:-( Frowning smilie. User did not like that last statement or is upset
or depressed about something.
:-I Indifferent smilie. Better than a Frowning smilie but not quite as
good as a happy smilie
:-> User just made a really biting sarcastic remark. Worse than a :-) .
>:-> User just made a really devilish remark.
>;-> Winky and devil combined. A very lewd remark was just made.

Those are the basic ones…Here are some somewhat less common ones:

(-: User is left handed
%-) User has been staring at a green screen for 15 hours straight
:*) User is drunk
[:] User is a robot
8-) User is wearing sunglasses
B:-) Sunglasses on head
::-) User wears normal glasses
B-) User wears horn-rimmed glasses
8:-) User is a little girl
:-) -8 User is a Big girl
:-{) User has a mustache
:-{} User wears lipstick
{:-) User wears a toupee
}:-( Toupee in an updraft
:-[ User is a Vampire
:-E Bucktoothed vampire
:-F Bucktoothed vampire with one tooth missing
:-7 User juust made a wry statement
:-* User just ate something sour
:-) ~ User drools
:-~) User has a cold
:’-( User is crying
:’-) User is so happy, s/he is crying
:-@ User is screaming
:-# User wears braces
:^) User has a broken nose
:v) User has a broken nose, but it’s the other way
:_) User’s nose is sliding off of his face
:<) User is from an Ivy League School
:-& User is tongue tied.
=:-) User is a hosehead
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellpure-rk100

Saturday, July 5th, 2008

Archive-author: Texas A&M
Archive-title: Purity Test – Roadkill

The reader hereby is warned that roadkill games can be dangerous; not
all that appears dead is dead; not all scents can be removed by normal
means (ie, soap and water); not many of those who are weak of heart or
stomach can truly enjoy roadkill games, and attempt to do so at their
own risk of O’spurt-ing; not all roadkill is suitable for all things
contained herein, and discretion must be used in what one attempts to
do with a given piece of roadkill; not many states have laws
specifically banning roadkill games, but most judges and juries will
not think twice about locking up and throwing away the key on anyone
who can be shown to have participated in roadkill games; roadkill can
carry odd diseases; odd diseases can be passed between two or more
people engaging in roadkill games with the same piece of roadkill; not
all roadkill can be trusted when it says “I have it covered”; not all
roadkill is natural, some roadkill is manufactured and placed on the
road for tourist’s viewing pleasure by local governments (case in
point: the number of armadillos one can see as roadkill on any given
day in Texas far exceeds any estimations of the living population on
the previous day); not all roadkill is suitable for consumption; not
all roadkill will go with “basic black” pumps; not all people consider
roadkill a topic for polite conversation; not all parties can be
livened up by bringing along your own roadkill; not many people
consider roadkill an appropriate housewarming gift; not all roadkill
enjoys being roadkill; not all universities have roadkill
organizations that can tell you where the really good roadkill is and
that can inform you of local laws and customs in the area of roadkill
(start your own, today!); not many hunting magazines consider roadkill
eligible for “best kill” competitions; not many people read all of
these conditions, but all are held to have if they read later portions
of the test, and therefore the authors are not libel in any way,
shape, or form for anything that happens to a reader because of having
read the Omnisex, Roadkill Purity Test, unless of course something
GOOD happens to the reader, in which case we demand 40% off top–
contact the law firm of Grinch, Evil-anti-Grinch and Assoc., College
Station, TX, 77840, for payment instructions.

_______________________________________________________________________________
The Roadkill Purity Test is a blatant plagiarism of the original Purity Test,
and therefore we shall list its history as the history of this test.

Original Style Purity Test Genesis/History:

Version 1 (100) Created at MIT-1@aker House. Two parallel versions; one for
male, and one for female. Not much is known about this
version. It was ported to CMU by ps in 1982.
Version 2 (247) Spring 1983 – CMU/jb, pd, kr, ps, ts, mt, et al.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellpure-500400

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Purity Test – 500 Question

THE UNISEX, OMNISEXUAL
P U R I T Y T E S T
_______________________________________________________________________________
Version 4.0 (500)
Final Release
23-Apr-1988
_______________________________________________________________________________
Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. Up with
going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. Murphy’s law on
sex: Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter of physics. Chaste makes
waste. Virginity can be cured.

This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced Research
Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force Avionics Laboratory.
The views and conclusions contained in this document should not be interpreted
as representing the official policies, either expressed or implied, of the
Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be
interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually performed
any of the actions contained herein.
_______________________________________________________________________________

Disclaimer of Liability

The user of this test acknowledges that sex is a hazardous sport; that a person
must copulate in control, and use good judgement at all times; that partners’
conditions vary constantly and are greatly affected by weather changes and
previous use; and that dirty sheets, variations in terrain and bed surfaces,
spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and debris, clothed obstacles, and
many other natural and man-made obstacles and hazards, including other users
and customers, exist throughout the bedroom area. Personal managers
(pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and equipment are constantly in
use and may be hazardous to those not copulating in control. Impotence,
collisions, and social diseases resulting in injury can happen at any time,
even to those copulating in control with proper sexual equipment. Inherent
risks are part of the sport and may exist within your partner. As a condition
of being permitted to use the facilities of your partner, the user of this test
agrees to copulate in control and within the limits of his/her ability, and
further acknowledges and accepts these hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes
the risk of injury or loss to person or damage to property which might result
from use of the partner’s facilities.

As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of your
partner, the customer understands and agrees that: (1) in the event of a
transfer of use by another or anything else in the management’s opinion is
misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service may be revoked
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Beach Fantasy

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

It is early morning, and you are the only one on the already-warm
sand of the beach. Low surf rolls in from the horizon, and
seabirds wheel in the sky overhead. Shaking out your towel and
stretching it out on the ground, you quickly peel off your shorts
and T-shirt, to reveal the sexy yellow bikini beneath. Its tiny
swatches of fabric do little to conceal your full, thrusting
breasts, or the firm shapely mounds of your buttocks. You run
your fingers lightly over your taut skin for a moment, then lie
down to let the sun’s warmth fall on you. After a few moments,
you decide to expose yourself completely to the brilliant blue
sky, sliding the skimpy panties down off your long silky legs,
and pulling off the bra to let your breasts bob freely, the
nipples hardening in the gentle breeze. Opening a bottle of
coconut-scented oil, you massage it over your body, making sure
that your pretty white tits and delicate shaven pussy get a thick
coating of the slippery protective cream. Your body glowing in
the sun, you lie back and are lulled to sleep by the crashing
waves, squawking birds, and pleasurable warmth.

The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand awakens you. Shading
your eyes against the sun’s glare, you see a man approaching. I
walk up from the water, still wet from my morning swim, long legs
carrying me quickly up the shore. Rather than grab for your
clothing, you recline on your elbows, thrusting out your breasts,
and part your legs slightly so that the pink slot dividing your
hairless pubic mound is clearly visible. As I near your resting
place, my steps slow to a standstill, and I drop to my knees
beside you. My eyes roam all over your naked body, and you can
see the squirming in my shorts where a cock is quickly growing. A
moment later the crimson cap of my penis pushes up through the
waistband of my swimsuit, still visibly swelling. Chuckling
throatily, you slide a hand across your smooth stomach to where
the bottle of oil is lying in the sand, and toss it over to me.
Then you roll over pillowing your head on your crossed arms,
presenting me with a wonderful view of your glorious ass.

You hear the bottle cap snap off, then feel the warm liquid as it
drips onto your gracefully curved shoulders, running down your
spine to the top of your buttocks. After a moment’s delay, you
feel my legs straddling you, and the hardness of my cock against
your back. I am gripping it by the base with one hand, using it
to spread the slick coating of oil over your skin. Stroking it
over you, I steadily move lower until I am sliding it over the
soft hills of your ass, and the sweet valley inbetween. Your
pussy is becoming inflamed, and you can feel it becoming wet with
an oil of its own. I continue to slide farther down, until I am
rubbing myself against the back of your smooth calves. Rolling
…End of the part1. To be continued..