Die besonnenen und geschmeidigen Bewegungen von „Fee“, ihr hellblonder Haarzopf mit dem eingebundenen Ringanker, erinnerten mich so sehr an einen ...Panthera uncia", der nun “ Beute“ machen will. Mit einem kleinen Ruck zog sie Hilla und meine Schwester an sich, die Köpfe von beiden kuschelten sich ohne ein gesagtes Wort an ihre Brüste. Fee neigte ihren Kopf, um beiden mit inniger Leidenschaft nacheinander noch die „lange Zunge“ zu schenken.„Der keine Mann – mit kleinem Geist“ – stand zur. Her boyfriend had died 150 days ago and it was something that Jennifer was still trying to get over. She couldn't. It was like a big hole in her heart. Jennifer had to get away from this town because it was driving her completely crazy. She was at her apartment cleaning out everything that was there. She was working on closet, which had contained their clothes. She would throw his clothes quickly down on the ground because she didn't want to feel that shirt she always stole from him and wore to. I leant over Sarah, kissing her tenderly as my cock slowly softened and began to slip from her, and as my cock finally slid out of her I reached down and scooped her from the table. I could feel my spunk dripping from her onto my thighs as I carried her from the kitchen and down the hall to the main bedroom, where I gently deposited her on the bed. I wasted no time in removing her now slightly rumpled clothing, and then I swiftly undressed and joined her on the bed to caress her smooth bronze. Sitting together, with her head tucked in against me, I felt her move and looked down. Our eyes met and a mysterious force drew our lips together. It was beautiful; the world ceased to exist except for the pressure of her lips on mine and the warmth of her body in my arms. When out lips separated, she sighed and snuggled close."Thank you," she said to my chest.It was as if there were two people in my head. One saying, 'wow! This is love' and the other, 'oh, shit, I was afraid of this.' I knew.