I got some reassuring messages from Uncle George telling me things like, “If they can’t see your beauty, they must be blind.” or, “If they are...too dumb to appreciate you, they would be boring.” I didn’t know what to think about those messages, how I felt about them, or how to respond, so I never replied.I’m a very strong person, so I’m not a candidate for being groomed even when things are bothering me. Maybe I didn’t want to find out that this supportive adult had ulterior motives, so I never. He bent over to kiss her gently. There was no response. He kissed her again. There was no response. Slightly confused, he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and he quickly got what she was not saying. He leant over again and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up off the bed slightly. He kissed her roughly this time, shoving his tongue into her mouth and claiming it. This time he got the response he was looking for. “Ah, so you want it like nasty that huh? I can. Lisa told me that she was overwhelmed with lust, and turned into a wild a****l in heat. She climbed on her bad boy lover's face and grinded her blonde bushy sweetness into his weathered unshaven face while taking every inch of his magnificent manhood down her throat. She said that she had two mind shattering orgasms and squirted all over his face due to his excellent tounging skills. She had never ever squirted before, and said that the way he worked her clit with his lips was the best she ever. This exhibitionism took place last summer while I was competing in a marathon in San Diego. I carpooled with a friend of mine that I train with on the weekends. We arrived two days before the race to get settled in. My husband was to drive down the day of the marathon because he could not get the time off before the event. When we arrived I texted my husband the room number and to let him know we had made it to the hotel. After setting my luggage down, I opened the drapes and sliding glass door.