Sex Shitting Pistols Discography

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"Oh, yes, Ithink so. Icertainly know whatyou enjoy fromyour man's tongue.And I knowwhat a wonderfultoy that rubberthing is. I'mvery well trainednow."

The videoaimed and turnedon, she movedto the bed."Girls lets givethe Queen Bitcha fucking likeshe will neverforget. Vibrators on!Lets give hersome real vibes."Vicki said movingto the sideso as notto obscure herMother's open pussyto the camera.The room buzzedas many vibratorswere turned onand each girlslid it overJan's helpless body.

"Aw shucks, itweren't nothing. Youguys did allthe work," Dannysaid, reaching overto stroke thetentacle that hadsprouted from themiddle of Suzy'sforehead. "You know,I have alwayswondered, why don'tyou guys justuse machines toget me off?It would bea lot easierfor you."

"She'sreally hot," Chucklaughed as heclimbed onto thebed and stuffedhis cock intoher open andwaiting mouth. "Look,she couldn't waitto get atmy cock."

Ishook my headand looked ather again.

Incommiseration, Annie said:I'm sorry. I'mafraid it did.

We grinned ateach other. SuddenlyI noticed hiseyes travel up,over my head,and I turnedaround. A girlstood behind me.Softly she beganto clap. Shehad seen us;in fact, hehad known shewas there allalong. My face,already flushed, burnedwith shame.

"Let me guess."Jessica said. "KilljoyKatrina likes thenatural look better."

Elle nudgedthe towel uphigher following thescratch running upmy leg. Sheleaned in closerso her hairwas brushing againstmy chest. Thetowel was openingand her armbrushed the bareskin of mycock. The touchwas electrifying andit made mycock throb andswell. Feelings ofguilty lust racedthrough my head.I wanted tojump up beforeI embarrassed myselfwith her.

Yes...lyingin bed alittle longer...but thenthe added imageof a facelesslover gently caressingmy inner thigh,moving his handcloser to thewarmth between mylegs. I foundmyself wanting himto touch methere. I couldsee myself partmy legs justever so slightly,feel myself becomingwet, feel thetingle in mypussy as myclit swelled androse to attention.Finally...finally, his fingerstouched my lipsever so softly,and I archedmy back tomake my clitthe center ofattention or forcea finger deepinside me.

Myfirst few jobshad been verydifficult. The companyI represented, althoughhaving a greatproduct line, didn'thave a suggestedlist of peoplefor me tocall upon forhome shows. So,that meant Ihad to startwith my friends.This had beenawkward in mysomewhat conservative socialcircle, but, everyoneenjoys sex... Thesales got better,and pretty soon,I was intothe third andfourth generation ofshows from peoplewho had attendedmy earlier ones.I learned thatto sell myitems, it wasimportant to putthe ladies atease, and, attimes, to non-provocativelydemonstrate what thegadgets did, orhow they wereworn. The biggestselling point hadbeen suggesting howthe items couldbe used tosurprise their husbands,to turn thehumdrum of maritalstatus quo intoa night offun and passion.The parties rarelygot out ofhand, and generallyonly when liquorwas involved. But,polite or raunchy,I had learnedhow to makeit fun. Andbesides, it wasamong girls, oftenwith others muchmore open thanI was aboutsharing my sexlife with others.

"Hi, Diane, Howare you?"

"Neithershould we, butwe did" smirkedAngie to Ollie.

"Yes."

"Look," shesaid, sitting up,"come over here,and let's picksomething from thelistings." She fishedinto a pileof newspapers onthe floor andcame up withthe TV schedule.I moped overand sat nextto her. Welooked. Not adamn thing interestedme. I satback. She droppedthe paper andleaned back againstmy shoulder. Sheflipped through thechannels looking foranything. Somewhere alongthe line, shepassed some filmnoir flick. Itwas about aveteran detective traininga youthful rookie.Heh. I betthe writer wasa millionaire. Lifebites. I closedmy eyes andput my headback. Eventually, Ipassed out. Iwas unconsciously awareof her shiftingpositions until herhead was onmy thigh. Shestayed there untilthe flick ended.

So itwas pleasant nicetiesfor now, Bethreflected. Given thereception she gotfrom them, itseemed like theyweren't angry oranything—a depressing thought,really, since thatmeant she spentthe entire weekflogging herself fornothing. So whatwere they goingto say?

Ithought she wasfinished but Iwas wrong.