So when she said that, especially in context, it was incredibly hard to believe.I had know Catríona for years. We lived in the same small city in the...south-east of Ireland. I'd first met her through local drama classes, and to be honest I developed quite a little crush on her in my first few encounters with her. She had no problem with acting like an idiot for the sake of a laugh, and she could always be counted on to lighten the mood wherever she went. The only thing that shone brighter than. She was feeling bereft, left out. Molly had got it, Sarah had got it, even little Susan had got it, and the night before, Marcie had called her to tell her that the rapist had actually fucked her in her own barn.Anita shivered in the early morning chill. The sun was already up and blazing down on the countryside. But the mist still remained, as if it, too were in a lazy Sunday morning mood.She sat down on the damp grass feeling the coolness of it spread through her jeans into her quivering hot. It seemed she did not want to come too fast. She pulled my head up and started to lick her pussy juice from my mouth. My finger was still in her pussy. She moved me on my back and started to massage my breasts. Her lips moved to my left breast as her hand massaged my right breast. Her face went down my stomach to my pussy. I closed my eyes and the anticipation of what was about to come was intense. To my surprise she turned her body around in a perfect 69 position. I smelled her sweet pussy. “I’m sweet just for you today.” Sighed Sivi who shifts in the couch cushions and gently presses on the back of my head. While grinding against my face with a tempo that made me whimpered just a little, “Yeah, baby takes it all.” Curling my eyes upward and blushing reasoning I had all of Sivi’s attention. Combing back my shoulder length hair so she could see as well as feel I swallowed until my throat nearly revolted. Gasping upwards her cock flying back from my mouth, “Shit baby you’re hot.