I knew she wanted it badly and she did, she moaned just as loud as she did when I fucked her before I went on vacation. As I started thrusting into he..., I was almost surprised at how good her pussy felt. I barely knew how it felt, because I spent so much time fucking her tight little ass. I almost wanted to be in her ass all over again. I kept fucking her like the little slut she was and she loved every thrust. I pulled out and switched into Emily's pussy, feeling that familiar tightness I'd. This is what grieving is about. It sucks all to hell, OK?" We know it does," Mia said."How can you know?" I asked, angrily. "No one can know what it's like until you've been through it." We've been through difficult things, too," Mia said, standing her ground.I didn't want to sound like I was whining, like I had it so much worse than everyone else, but it wasn't the same."I'm sorry that you guys have been through those things, OK?" I said. "You know that. But it doesn't mean you can really. I flicker my tongue across your lips and your strain to meet me against my grip on your fine dark hair. I can't resist you long--I kiss you hard. My hands burrow through layers of winter clothes 'till I can put my hands on the hot skin of your waist, feel the lean muscles underneath.I do kneel now, and I kiss the white skin of your belly again and again, bury my tongue in your navel, run my lips along the inch or so of exposed little black hairs that run down to your cunt.While I'm kissing and. Her hand turned the knob and she pulled the door open. Hey, Kacey, come on in. The sun during the summer, even the early summer, in the south, where it was particularly humid as well, was blistering. Today was no exception to that rule. Kacey was thankful her skin was naturally somewhat tan anyway, otherwise she might have burned and blistered by now, she thought. The slight breeze that blew by billowed out the tummy of her loose tee shirt that she wore, over a pair of faded denim cutoffs. Her.