I tease him by tilting my head back so that my long chestnut hair falls down and rests on his balls which lie just below my ass. I feel him push up in...oluntarily as if he could escape the maddening touch by sticking his cock further inside my still swollen pussy. “Come on” he pleads and grasps my hips with his hands, trying to lift me off. I resist and push back hard against him, grinding our pubic bones together. He tugs at me again and, finally, I relent and leer at him as I move my twat. Teresa was so damned tough. He had fantasized about fucking her."Let's watch a movie," I said. "A Swedish film."I put a tape in the VCR and sat back down on the sofa. Teresa sprawled between us two guys, and her skirt had ridden up. Larry looked at her creamy bare legs and his cock jerked and stiffened.The film was hot. It showed two men and a woman sucking and fucking. Larry's dick was now stiff and throbbing. He saw that I had unbuttoned Teresa's blouse and had my hand down on her breasts. So she couldn't read it.It took all of November to learn to spell November. Then the bastards tore the sheet off the calendar and it was a whole new month. December. She remembered December ... Xmas was in December.The month that took the longest to learn to spell was shortest month ... February ... Febuairy was how she spelled it because that was how everybody spoke it. The states? Florida ... they pronounced Floriderr. How about Kansas and Arkansas ... Kansas and Arkansaw But if it's Arkansaw. "Two days of sailing down the Firth of Clyde, passing the mighty island of Arran and swinging westwards at its foot, brought us to Campbeltown, the main settlement in Kintyre. I had stared fondly at Arran as we passed down its western seaboard, passing Brodick Bay with high Goat's Fell towering over it and passed Lamlash Bay with its Holy Isle sheltering the anchorage. My parents had brought me to Arran on vacation when I was younger and I had lots of pleasant memories of my time there. Arran.