. . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we areUntil we learn who and what we are not,And, bereft of the opposite...sex,I wonder as I wander, seeking, on my quest,A mirror to mirror my true soul,A fountain of the deep that is deeper yetThan the soul I keep, a looking-glassThat does not look upon a topsy-turvyWorld of white rabbits and caterpillars,But it is too much, I think, to ask,And I simplify, hearing, smelling, tasting,Touching, blind to the rest of. I stripped off my bra and stood up, pulling your legs apart before kneeling down between them, undoing your trousers and pulling out your hard cock. Rubbing my hand up and down the shaft, I flicked my tongue over the tip. Tasting the salty precum, I looked up at you and smiled before running my tongue along your shaft from the base to the tip. I hollowed my cheeks and pursed my lips, taking your hard cock into my mouth, hungrily bobbing up and down on it. My hand followed my mouth, gripping. He hummed his approval, still enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm too much to speak. She slipped back up to lay her head on his chest once again. He put his arms around her and snuggled deeper into the chair.Sore throat aside, she decided that she was very contented to be his sex slave for the summer. She didn’t see how it could keep on going once school started, but it certainly was nice for now. *She hadn’t even realized that she had fallen asleep when the “bang” of the screen door swinging. The Inn was situated among ten acres of trees a couple of miles outside of the little town of Big Fork, where the Swan River empties into Flathead Lake. It provided a nice, quiet, and remote lodge where we could let our hair down, and be left alone. I didn't think anyone would ever think to look for Brenda and Cindi at an Inn so far off the beaten path.Big Fork, other than a handful of bars, and churches, wasn't all that much of a town. We drove into Kalispell, about fifteen minutes away, to.