Lauren could feel the woman’s genitals through her yoga pants, the folds of her pussy tender even through the fabric. Juliana raised up and together...they slid the tight clothing from her legs. The intense odors of wet pussy and arousal were warm in the fading light, and Lauren found herself drawn down, her tongue just inches from where the woman was spreading her labia with her fingers.Her first taste was amazing. Lauren ran her tongue through Juliana’s slick flesh, the creamy, salty discharge. ”He looked at her sternly, then his expression softened and he said tenderly, “You could always ask you know.”“What like ‘fancy a fuck?’ or something?” she said.He shrugged, “You never know you might get a nice surprise.”“Or the answer might be no, and I’d feel foolish and humiliated for ever having asked,” she said.“Well there is that possibility I suppose,” he said.“That’s the trouble,” she said, “If I want it, how do I go about finding out if I’m likely to get it without embarrassing. "Now it's my turn. You were right: you're going to be fucked again and again tonight. I hope you're ready for it!" Oh god .. yessss!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Oh god, I need more!" She moaned as he got off the bed and went back to his suitcase for another condom. "No, don't mess with that! Fuck me now! Nooooowwwww!" Her voice cried out in frustration and need like a cat in heat. Fritz ignored her hungry demands and pleas as he prepared himself. She would keep, he knew. He watched her. . I don’t know Mary in any context besides Amber so I found myself looking back at my dad’s story. I guess I’m just really another chapter that we’re writing. I’m still trying to give my best because he taught me to give my best. I still try to ... look after people, I guess ... because he expected me to look after people. I almost always tear up when I think about him.“At the church just now, I found myself smiling as some of the memories popped into my head. I still miss him. I’ll always miss.