Why wasn’t she more alarmed?A memory returned unbidden of something brushing against her foot earlier in the day, while she played in the water with...her loser boyfriend. Something soft, scuttling across her skin. She remembered how unfrightened she had been, how surprising good it felt. As if it were touching nerves never before touched. She remembered wanting to spend the rest of the day on the beach, near the water.Odd. She had never like the ocean that much before. Not until she felt that. He suddenly remembered something….. He had wanting things to be a little more romantic for this special reunion. He turned the corner, slowly and quietly peeking around to check too see that Jenna was still preoccupied with what she’d been doing. Upon seeing her selecting glasses for the bottle of wine he had picked up earlier that day, he hurriedly rushed to the bedroom. When he reached the bedroom, he opened his bag, pulled out a velvet sack and opened it. Inside were rose petals which he. I closed my eyes, clutching at his head with my hands, pulling his face closer to my pussy, and guided his tongue to my clitoris. I opened my eyes and there in front of me was the third boy's hard cock, directly in front of my mouth, pulsating and bobbing up and down, he slowly pressed his cock against my lips. I looked up at him and almost helplessly, opened my mouth and let him slip his cock into my lips. My tongue licked his tip, swirling around it, caressing it, tasting him in my mouth. I. Also, this is mostly a linear story, but I might have two different endings planned based on reader feedback/response.Into the Deep BlueThomas Weston couldn’t figure out how he got here.He was alone in his dark, empty house. That was, if you didn’t count the beautiful naked woman in his arms.Her long legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried her into his bedroom. His hands held tight against the warm flesh of her athletic, round ass as she ground herself against the underside of his.