She was a vision to behold. As usual, Sam, in all her youthful splendor, came by my table, this time sitting down next to me. However, she did not hav... a cleaning cloth or a bussing tray with her, it was obvious she had other intentions. I looked in her eyes and caught something different, something had shifted and the energy between us was more familiar if not poignant. As she sat, she reached out and touched my arm, acknowledged me and smiled. I smiled back, my heart beating a little faster. “Please, what?” he asked playfully. “Eat me” she asked. “You want me to eat your pussy?” he asked. “Yes, please” she begged. Then say it. “Please eat my pussy” she pleaded. He pulled her up from the bed and in one motion, pulled down her pants and panties. He pushed her down on the bed. “Spread your legs!” he told her which she quickly obeyed. Now, very slowly, he kissed her legs and inner thighs. He licked the outside of her pussy lips before licking her just below her clit. Kait. I'm scared!"A flash of lightning silouhetted the young girl against her window, the outline of her hair confirming that Emma was standing by her bed."Oh!" She exhaled loudly. "Go to sleep. It's only a storm!" she said, quietly reassuring her."I can't. I can't sleep alone."Lauren glanced at her bedside table, the clock indicating in big red numbers that it was just after two in the morning. If she sent her out, she might go and stay with Nikki. Although that was unlikely, Lauren couldn't even. He looked like a gymnast, no, more masculine than that; he made me think of a cat, a powerful jungle cat, strong, silent and dangerous. He had a washcloth and was vigorously scrubbing his back, shoulders and chest. Feeling a little guilty, I raised my head slightly and could see how taut his bum was as he worked the washcloth over it, massaging it. He turned somewhat and I could suddenly see his manhood; it was large, as if he had just had sex and was still engorged with blood. It was thick,.