I don’t think he minded because I expect he’ll be eating from those cardboard boxes for the next three days. Along the waterfront I saw the Olympi... Torch. Yes, Savannah hosted the 1996 Olympic Yachting events. Again—who knew?I went on the ghost tour at eleven that night, meeting a guide dressed like a ghoul in a cemetery. If there hadn’t been ten others in the tour group, I would have run away in the first five minutes. As it was, when I got back to the B&B, I kept imagining people coming into. Taking their cue, I matched the tempo, pressing into her, sucking at the extended button, the fleshy, frilly labia. I kissed at her rearward opening, its tight little pulsing ring. I gently invaded it with the point of my tongue, my little blade alternately pressing wetly in and being pressed out. Once again, her muscles began to dance, once again I eased. Her bud pressed outward, I teased gently at it, tracing the root of it with my lips and tongue. Her gasps rose, her hips rotated, pressed up. She sobbed and rested her feet on the ground beside him."Alright, Sasha. There's one more thing I want from you. And that is your ass. Now turn yourself over and stay still". She obeyed him. Her hips were pointed up at his cock, but nothing would keep her from resting her chest on the cold grass. She never had taken a man's cock up her ass other than her fathers, and even then he wasn't much of a man to begin with. His bulbous cock head worked its way up her puckered anus shifting side to side.. You’re not leaving in this condition my dear.’ So saying, he stood up with Kat bundled in his arms, and carried her to his bed. He lay her down gently, and tucked her under the covers, his hand tenderly smoothing her hair. Kat was too cold and tired to think, so she assumed she imagined the tenderness and care she saw in his eyes. She snuggled under the covers, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. Connor studied her for a moment, struck by her innocence. He was jerked out of his reverie by a.