Learning The Tantra Well

She handed a spoon to Katie, who immediately reached down to her worn cunt and pulled out the wine cork she had jammed in there earlier. It turned out to have been a successful move. Right away she could feel Daddy’s before-dinner cum start to flow out of her. She got the spoon in there immediately and scooped the cum and carried on to enjoy her own special dessert. Mmmm.... On Tuesday, Katie and Cheryl went out shopping again, this time for food for the barbecue dinner. Roast Katie was to be accompanied by braised brussel’s sprouts, almandine green beans (to be prepared by Katie as it was her kitchen specialty), pan-fried potato and sweet potato medley, with a yogurt and scallion sauce, all sided by an endive, grapefruit and pecan salad – and, of course, various cuts of Katie. On this shopping expedition they did not encounter any horny young boys (later admitting they were kind of disappointed) although there were, in the course of the afternoon’s market food-fondling, three different much older men keen on fondling of a different sort. Each in their own way got good feels of meat-Katie’s pussy and tits, one of them, perhaps seventy years old, even giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as he wished her well for her “big day”, while sticking in and massage pulling out and erotic licking a wet finger from her cunt. The other two guys, perhaps in their late forties, were especially nipple-focussed and certainly got those desi nipples aroused. Although, not surprisingly, they also took a couple of nice swipes at her sensual cunt, both giving a squeeze to her clit, well-advertised as it was by her gleaming-in-the-sun cunt tag. Being of older generations, they only referred to her as “meat” – as in, “So, have a great day, meat!” But, to Katie, they seemed sweet and kind about it, so she thought it amusingly cool. Cheryl said as they drove home: ”It must be amazing to know – to interracial just know - anybody can fuck around with you, with your body. More or less just take what they want. Angel found it worriedly distracting. Her taut brown nipples are standing at attention. Though I dreaded the prospect of living there, the massage idea of a warm hearth and hot cocoa was very enticing. The cop was bemused by all of this and asked if he interracial had any pictures or recordings of any inappropriate activities in this loge. Like last time, the journey back home from the Surgery had been mostly in silence as I sat there in the passenger seat wondering if sensual life was screwing me around deliberately. "No. No. In a totally wanton desi display she reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips further apart and moaned, "mount me Chico... fuck my brains out... take me like a dog slut I was born to be." She ground on me, soaking me with her juices. She was a cute blonde, about my height, erotic and also wearing a practically see-through blouse which did little to hide her long dark nipples. I ran away, but they don’t care that I’m gone.”