” “Well Emily it’s nice to meet you. I’m James and this is my Sister, Moira.” She smiles at me fleetingly, but her attention is really on Ja...es. “Well, I’ll just go and give your order to the Chef.” She walks away, James eyes not leaving her curvy bum as she disappears off into the kitchen. I stare intently at him, but he seems to be in a world of his own, planning his next move, no doubt. “So you’re using the Sister card again, James, how very original.” My words snap his attention back onto. “Yes,” Michael hissed. “That’s it take it like the whore you are.” Michael told her as he began to slide in and out of her ass. Silk felt another orgasm approaching and begged for it. Michael allowed it as it aided in his pursuit of his own orgasm. When he took Silk anally and allowed her to cum from it, it was incredible. Her ass squeezed his cock; no milked it was a better word. Seeing that her arms were still pinned, Michael released them. “Use your hands and push back into me slave. Make me. They spilled over both sides. I smiled at her and said that this was hot or something like that.”He then asked: “Then what happened?”“As I held her tit, she reached up and cupped my right breast. She smiled at me and squeezed it. I squeezed hers. We did that a couple of time” K told him.B was looking at her and slowly ran his hand down under the water and up between K’s thighs. She spread her thighs automatically as he cupped her pussy and squeezed it on the outside of her pretty little bikini. Mine.These are the ways we mark one one another. They are ones that will not be imprinted upon skin. They are marks that go much deeper, thrumming echoes and bright flashes that will always remain with us. Inside us.I know we can't stay very long. So I just close my eyes and hold you a little tighter, wanting each second here to here to carve itself into my being. I listen to the wind blowing, swaying branches in a hesitant dance. I know that winter air still seeps through places in the car.