Chuck began to alternate between pinching Sandrine’s nipples and squeezing her breasts. He did these things with greater force as he approached his ...eak. Sandrine began to shake her body, pull at her restraints, and make sounds of complaint at the increasing discomfort. Chuck let go her breasts, now covered with red marks, and released in her mouth. She made sounds of protest, and he stood with his hands now on his hips while he emptied. Then he was stepping away from her. It sounded as if. My heart caught in my throat when I saw scratched in the cement, “Dag ‘03”. No. It wasn’t my Dag. But some little boy had scratched his name into wet cement. I could easily imagine Dag having done the same kind of thing when he was a child. These streets were his home. He probably grew up near this very place. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t making a saint out of him and revering the neighborhood he grew up in. But it really got to me that this was his neighborhood and his neighbors would want. I knelt in front of her, pressing her unstable body to the wall, and attempted to thoroughly clean her outer lips and vaginal area of all the cum and other fluids which had collected there from the nights adventures. She moaned and pushed into my hand as my fingers probed into her, flushing semen and female lubricant from her tunnel. She shuddered as a small orgasm rolled over her. Liz's hand joined mine as she ministered to her sisters vaginal needs with me. She looked down at me and said,"You. You're very understanding. I'm sorry - about last night I mean... I..."Well I have to say something but why set off down that stony path?"I'm glad you're not sorry for anything else."Oh God, she's going to hold everything against me.She smiled, like the sun coming out."I'm sorry. I get into the habit of teasing. I won't hold anything against you."She looked away as the door opened and a child came in. He struggled up into her lap and she hugged him. He stared at me."This is Benjamin, my.