Let's face it. I am - to begin with - a girl-crazy girl. Which just naturally leads to the assumption that I love pussy, and all appurtenances thereto. Which I do. Let's face it, pussy and tits and soft thighs and satin-sleek ass-cheeks, oooh, the mere thought gives me leaky plumbing I like tongues, too, of course, daintily feminine or luridly female - tongues are uniquely adapted to the needs and nuances of my kind of love, all warm and moist and wondrously flexible in the curves and corners of kinky eroticism. Anyway, what reasonably sensuous lover would dare disagree? Basically, then, I'm...