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. He brought his hand up to her cheek and cressed it loving ly before bringing his lips back to hers, slowly he parted her lips with his tong and let it slip between them to find hers again. His hand moved from her cheek and slid down her neak to her shoulders then to her back as he lifted her closer to him. He moved his mouth from her lips to her cheek then to her ear and wisppered his need for her into it. She moaned and said she needed him too. He kissed her neak then slipped his hand from. He stood wanking himself to out lovemaking before we knew he was there, 'This will cost you extra to watch', she said to him, rising from between my spread legs.'How much to stretch her bum', meaning mine, and Sonia answered without even looking down on me, still showing and stroking my wet cunt, the new experience of letting a man see you gave a powerful and strange feeling.'Five quid', she said, 'she's never had one in there yet', she continued excitedly, as if pimping schoolgirls suddenly.Read More