I had always fancied Nick he was tall, drop dead gorgeous, dark skinned with short black hair and blue brown eyes. He was Turkish. His parents were fr...m Alanya, South coast of Turkey. They moved down to London when Nick was born so they gave him a English first name but kept his surname Turkish. Nick and I kissed passionately letting our passions give in. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I felt his kiss able lips travel down my neck. He took off my top and bra and sucked on my left breast. She nodded. ‘I think he did,’ she said. Melissa gave her an approving look and a smile. ‘That means he likes you,’ she said. ‘Dad only teases people he really likes. Right, Ash Man?’ Martin, red-faced, cleared his throat and stood up. ‘I…um…I have to get going,’ he said. ‘I’ve got a long drive, and these old bones need some sleep.’ ‘Gotcha, didn’t I?’ his daughter said, getting up, too. ‘You sure you don’t want to hang around long enough for me to make some coffee?’ ‘I…um…I really do have. I realised I couldnt move my body. Couldnt control my hands or legs. It felt like I didnt have body, but I felt my heart beating and I could open my eyes.When I open them I saw Pietro. He was on the top of me. My legs were on his sholders. His hand on my neck. His eys looking at mine. A slight smile on his face.He was fucking me. Now I felt his dick slipping in my ass.Felt my hole big and juicy. It was strange feeling. Not good, but not even bad, like tickling.I realised was breathing strangly,. The first thing that hit her was the smell. It was a combination of stale alcoholic drinks and the lingering aroma of competing feminine fragrances. She looked around the room, and then smiled and said to herself, "Look's like someone's had a party."There were several empty beer cans and wine bottles on the dresser as well as a couple of mostly empty bags of chips, and a depleted plastic tub of salsa dip. But the thing that caught Billie's eye was a pile of lingerie on one of the double beds..