Rayne and I really like That Italian Place. Atmosphere, food, service – it's all good. And they have some secluded booths tucked away in a corner.nnRayne met me at the door, and we exchanged hugs and kisses. It's difficult for me to kiss Rayne in public, because I have a strong tendency to get carried away. Just one little peck on her cheek often turns into a little lick on her neck, which turns into a nibble on her earlobe, which can turn into. Well. Damn! It's tough for me, being orally fixated! Let's just say that I can get carried away.nnAnd there's plenty to get carried away about. Rayne is 5'6" tall. In heels, she is just a tad short of my 6' tall. She has generous hips, delicious D-cup breasts, and a waist just right for me to put my arm around her. Rayne's hair is a dark brown. It is almost black, with a hint of red. She often wears it cut to shoulder length – just long enough that I have to brush it aside to nibble her ears.nnThat day Rayne was wearing a black top with black lacy bits around the neck that almost made the fabric disappear in a wisp of black thread smoke. She was wearing a short skirt in something of a jungle print. Her accessories were black, including a black leather choker with some silvery chains that droped in graceful arcs from studs set every two inches.

1994: Expanding our game: Fun with the Friends Ch. 1nn1 - MarconnKarin and I were so much intimate that we felt frustrated we couldn't get even closer. Or so we thought.nnOne of the funny examples of Karin unexpected shyness, was her reluctance to tell me stories from her kinky past. She wasn't proud of it, and she was afraid I could lose respect for her. The strange thing was that there was much less kink than you may expect. nnWhen it came to the real business, even if Karin had always been very open to sex and anything involved, her fantasy (and the one of her many partners) had been quite limited. Once I managed to loosen up her tongue and have her discussed her sexual past, it came out that most strange request of her partners had been dressing up. No BDSM, no domination, no orgies, no fetish or perversions of sort. No anal either, as I knew already.nnQuite a lot of drugs, but that was another story, one to try to forget.nnOne of the most surprising points was, she had never experienced Group Sex; not even a threesome. Basically, having Ysa to watch while she was using her lovers was the kinkiest thing she had been doing. Ysa being her – now ours - Bull Terrier. nnOkay, my own experience in that field wasn't a large one either, but I was boosting a total score of about twenty partners (at the time), not two hundreds plus!nnThe closest she went to a threesome was one day in Amsterdam, when after fucking her boyfriend-of-the-week's brain out, she left him almost unconscious in the bed to go and answer at the door. It turned out to be a common acquaintance, a boy from their group of friends (?), a couple of years younger than her. It appears that she fucked her on a standing position, on the very doorframe and in full view on the street. Then she slammed the door closed, and got fucked a second time, doggy-style on the carpet of the living room.

MY PUSSY IS SO TIGHT AND NEEDS TO CUM HARD ALL OVER A SEXY HARD COCK.rnrnDO YOU DARE MAKE ME CUM SO HARD THEN EXPLODE DEEP INSIDE ME ? ? ?