"OMG, is he blind?". " he has trouble in that department, if you know what I mean"."Can I touch them" I said as I reached out towards her right breast... "of course you can". Her nipples were so hard, very erect. "I find that a huge turn on" I said, "I love to lick and bite on them" She smiled "Paul wont be back for three hours yet".I ran my fingers down her tummy, fingering her belly button, I could feel her quivering under my touch. I moved my hand down and started to run it along her inner. I lapped up every bit of you, as though you were as rare a creature as I would ever see and thus would commit to memory every small yet equally paramount detail. Your hands gripped my hair and pushed my head into you so that I couldn't breath.You noticed.I retraced my figurative steps back upwards towards your face preparing to enter you, the glorious moment that we spontaneously worked towards. My hands slid behind your thighs and I lifted you upwards against the wall ready to fall onto my. However, not every man was able to understand what she needed. Some men thought that she wanted to be hurt, but Marie did not like physical violence. She needed to be made to feel like the slut that she was, to be humiliated, to be treated like a piece of meat whose only use was to make men cum and to gratefully receive their cum in her cunt, in her mouth, in her ass, or on her face. If a man would cum on her face, Marie was glad because it meant that he had marked her as his own. She loved. His mind is too occupied with thoughts to the day, of the whole weekend. From seeing his sister fucking some random dude on the beach to seeing her play with her dildo on the chair in the living room to the dreams of him fucking her or her giving him a blow job to the neighbor playing with herself and him climaxing twice, it is all chaotic. This has been one hell of a weekend and one great start to the summer. Whatever reluctance he may have had about coming to stay with Rory are long gone. Who.