Not deterred the man came as their eyes met, holding her face so that the cum dripped down her face and into her mouth. He smirked sadistically, expec...ing her to be disgusted but she smiled at him, never breaking her reading for a second.Her last big surprise came when a man approached her from behind, instead of taking the normal spot on the table to either side he stood behind her. His hands reached out and he grasped her breasts through the cum stained cloth of her shirt and bra. Her voice. My fingers in Viv’s hair pulling hard when suddenly I tense, eyes closed head pressed back as an intense orgasm has me thrashing on the bed.Viv continues to attack my clit as wave after wave of orgasm flows through me.My clit so sensitive, I push Viv away, then collapse on the bed.She kisses my mound then slides her tongue up over my tummy till she lies on me and we kiss passionately. Our breasts pillowed together, her stiff nipples against mine.It takes a few moments but finally my orgasms. She was drenched all over.He then picked some dry color and applied it on her. She was so wet that she did not resist. With me watching he lifted her top all the way to her breasts and applied color on her soft navel. I looked at her. Holy Christ! She was enjoying it.He then directly applied color on her breasts. He cupped both her breasts over her t shirt and mauled it. She left out a moan. That bastard was enjoying my little sister. My sis was in a pool of water lying on the floor with her t. But, my God, Ezra Pound, for Christ's sake—he's a fucking poet. *' "We interviewed Allen Ginsberg, " Dill said, watching the girl's head bobbing up and down. "Yeah, but his poems are full of dirty words. That's different. " "Pound used fucking in a poem once, " Dill said patiently. "And the war he was against is so long ago that it's not controversial anymore. " "Nah, nah, one poet in five years is enough. (Gently, doll, gently!) I see you don't have the Attorney General on the list.