Dahra sat down on a large rock. Lissa on the pebbly ground, rapt in the story her adopted mother was unfolding."Your mother looked much like you do to...ay, Lissa, except that she was a year older than you are now, a little stockier, and had hair a shade darker than yours. Her hair was cut short in the front and left long in the back, as was popular at the time. She was also faldu like you, but had bowed to social pressure and had had her breasts surgically reduced, soon after she graduated from. I never bothered with any lube. Between the fact that my cock was dripping more pre-cum than I’d ever produced in my life and the fact that she had requested that I not use any, I didn’t bother. I’d just rub that pre-cum over my cockhead and down the shaft, put the head at her asshole and push. I didn’t want to TOTALLY brutalize her asshole, so I’d just push the head in until her sphincter squeezed my shaft right behind the head and then I’d stop. When I’d stop, her asshole would go into. I didn’t mind for it gave me a better view of that crotch. I stared blatant at what awaited me as I ate and conversed, with a look into those blue eyes on occasion just to see the heat that waited to be released. After I verbally proclaimed myself finished with my meal, I wiped my mouth with the napkin, tossed it on the coffee table and then locked eyes with him. He gave me that conceited grin that turned me on, yet I sometimes hated. I told him of my hankering for his cock, and he suggested I. “I’ll pick up something from the fish markets on Wednesday,” I said. “Prawns, maybe some nice fish to grill for dinner?”“Sounds good to me,” Lisa said, and we were in agreement. “What can we do on Friday?”“What if we went down to the park by the river, where we went with Chrissy the other month? I think the weather will be fine all weekend,” I said.The others agreed with my suggestion, so all that was left for me to do was call into the fish markets on the way home from Uni on Wednesday, and.