He wasn't a bad looking guy—or at least he had the potential to be rather handsome. The problem was; he was in full 'professor' mode, long hair, pony tail, scruffy mustache and beard, and dreary clothes, shirt and pants that had never met an iron, and a tie that showed the remnants of his last meal—at least I hoped it was his LAST meal. "Miss Grady-" "Gina, please." He showed me a smile, "Gina it is then. Now, you need to know going in that I don't believe one word of your report, and therefore, I totally denounce your hypothesis. However, I am a scientist, and as such, I must often ignore my own biases and deal with a particular subject objectively. I will give this project no less than my best effort and be open-minded enough to allow the facts and results to dictate how we proceed and our final conclusions. One last thing: When I say I don't believe one word of your report, I don't mean to imply that you are lying. I believe you Hardcore are simply mistaken." Wow! When Mrs. Devon said he was a 'traditionalist', that was a huge understatement. "That's all I can ask. The Board asian warned me that you'd be a tough sell, but they also told me that, if I manage to convince you, they will defer to your judgment. Now, may I ask you a personal question?" "Of course you can ask. I'll decide whether to answer it after I hear the question." I chuckled, "Fair enough. My question is this: On how many females have you searched for a G-Spot?" He stared at me hard, "Miss Gra—Gina, why the hell would I search for something I firmly believe doesn't exist?" I felt like pov I needed to appeal to his scientific side, and I only knew one way to do that. "I understand. What if you kept the open mind you spoke of earlier enough to not only search for an abnormality inside a vagina, but girlfriend upon finding it, would concede that it is amateur at least possible that it is indeed what is referred to as a G-Spot?" "Are you suggesting . . . what I think you are?" Letting a giggle slip out probably wasn't wise of me, but it just slipped out, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm suggesting. I just happen to know where one is. You are a doctor, after all, so I don't see the big deal, and it's the best way I know to show you why I'm going to all this trouble." He considered my proposal for several moments, "I would insist on another doctor being present, preferably a gynecologist." I decided to do the same thing. One older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services. With a couple of them she wiped away a little tear, one being the boat pictures I think. He didn’t make any attempt to clean up his cock, just stuffed it back in his pants, zipped up and slipped out the door. “Awe, she’s amateur got such a cute little baby dickie. Just curious," she said, Hardcore walking away to find our parents, presumably. “No thee bloody asian ent,” I said, “Thee jus wants me brass,” I answered him, “I’m from bloody Yorksire and I speaks me bloody mind,” I explained to the ignorant Lancashire twat. He slid, silently, from underneath me as I rested my hips on the side of the tub and watched as Paul continued to lick and suck my clit. As I stated before, I am far beyond what is typically referred to as a robot, even more than an android. Fortunately, I got lucky this time. His paw remained firmly on her ass and he started to move with long, powerful strides. “Yes!” Rosalía squealed. I think she really likes feeling that she is part of our family. “Yep. If I cannot get a cougar card I will have to drive myself or hire a chauffeur, this is dreadful, what is the problem, Wilma?” I pov watch it bounce as she leaves the room. the phone in the meantime sir?" “We are both sensual people, and…, well face it…, Samantha is sensual too,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. My wife called after me, but I couldn't understand her over the guilt screaming through my veins. He put himself back into this girlfriend pants and looked at her once again. I was thinking it was a shame I didn’t bring my trunks because it was in the mid nineties. I suppose Alex will enlarge her tits and induce milk in her too. And he did for hours he fucked her, standing sitting on the couch, and laying on the floor. In my short life up to now, I'd found my way into Melanie's life, which led to finding Bonnie and Audrey. My dad tried to convince me otherwise, but then let it go. I’ll try not to get either of us punished.” Amélie’s thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn’t expected. When I got her panties and put them on though it was always sufficient to make my pecker hard and tingly. She has your shirt and my gown. “Yes you are AN EVIL LITTLE SLUT.” With these last four words Stephen flogged Jennie’s breasts.