Tastes fine either way."She snuggled up against me, clearly aroused by my answer, pressing her breasts up against my chest and her pelvis against my r...covering member. Which might have started to harden slightly at her interest in this topic. She delicately asked, "What does that mean, either way? Have you tasted another guy's ... you know ... stuff?" I gave a little smirk. "I've heard stories about boys playing around." Yes, a couple times."At this point we were rubbing our genitals. She was really still drunk but was into having sex. I pealed off her clothes and ate her pussy until she came a few times and was dripping wet. I fucked her doggie style for a while and then slowly we slipped down with me laying on top of her from behind. we slid off the bed and I layed her torso on the bed, knees on the ground, and fucked her from behind again. She had a pretty asshole and I started to massage it while fucking her. Massaging turned into slowly entering my finger tip into her. There were a lot of people, with which I had nothing in common. I didn?t want to gothere, but did it just to be nice to Elin. She hadpromise to give me a lift home, but I had to promise to stay one hour. Shedidn?t drink anything stronger than water so she could drive her car. I thinkshe was prepared to do so. I saw her on the otherside of the room talking to a very hair-haired and rather nice-looking gay lad.They looked both in my direction and the boy came over to me, directed of her,I could. A moment of silence passed between them before Stefan asked, "Why did you send for me?" You can read, true?" Mirela asked and Stefan nodded in the affirmative.Mirela put down her spoon and walked to one of the dark shelves, retrieving a small codex with a blackened, cracked leather cover. She handled the book gently, opening to a certain page without straining the sewn binding that looked fragile."Read this passage aloud," Mirela insisted with a pointing of her finger.Stefan had to squint to.