Fallen Angel Freedom
How often does one get opportunity to rewrite your story and correct mistakes you’ve made in the past? I wondered, as I sashayed ahead of Petra and her husband Gert, carrying their luggage, to show them their bungalow. I was conscious of every naked part of my exposed body, the swaying of my boobs, their hard nipples, my belly and my naked backside. Most of all, I could feel the wetness seeping between my pussylips as a prelude to promises nobody made. But I needed to discover why they were...
Group Sex