She was wet.We left the stool and got onto the beach towel-covered bed. At SU we don’t get much chance to 69 each other. Kimi was on top with two fi...gers and my tongue pressing on her most erogenous spot. Soon she stiffened and gushed sweet lady nectar. I lapped it all up. Fran slipped in for an awkward tit massage, Kimi rubbed my special spot and my orgasm started. Kimi kept rubbing gently until I came down.We were all exhausted. The guest bedroom has its own shower room. We needed a serious. The Welcome Interloper – Chapter 5 - A Deja Vuby Scarlett O'MaraFor the next several days, I was withdrawn, having only Gerald on my mind. Though He took much longer than we ever thought, God did, finally, answer our prayers, putting in place a plan for Gerald and me to reunite. I was so thankful to Him. Looking at the cross on my wall, I prayed and thanked Him every night before going to sleep. On the Sunday following Gerald’s call, I went to Mass and dedicated my Communion to God in honour of. I shakily rubbed the soap stick between my hands and nervously spread it over my skin. Goosebumps covered my arms and thighs, despite the warm water. I turned slightly and saw Davy looking at me; well my body rather. Slowly trailing his eyes down my chest and stomach, down further to my legs and around my dick. I turned to the wall, hoping to hide the fast growing boner, but no such luck. "Who is that for?" Davy asked coyly. My face was red, I was sure of it as I slowly turned to him. I looked. Large, firm hands. A man's hands. Familiar hands. Not to me, obviously, but to her. I know this routine. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no - these aren't some dumbass teenager's hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This guy's way older, so that means the truth is far more sour still - he's a relative, I bet. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There's that quivering strand of.