Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. Anna was next. Anna has strawberry blond hair like her mother’s and has small breasts even for a 14 year old. She said she had been using her mom’s toys but wanted to try sex “for real”. I kissed and licked her all over and ate her beautiful pussy like a starving man. I love redheads. The pale skin contrasted by fire red hair really does it for me. After she came for me I stood up holding her feet up in the air and guided my covered member into her. I concentrated on her G-spot and pulled. For a few weeks after the moments we shared at the lake house, my sister and I spent nights together often, touching each other in sensitive places, kissing, feeling really good in moments sisters were not supposed to share. I knew that, of course, but I wasn't willing to let that stop what Jackie and I did. I loved her touch, and she loved mine.At first, we only used our fingers, but Jackie soon showed me a new game."You are so wet, Penelope," my sister purred as she leaned in close to my.Read More
