Her dress, which was that of the women of Epirus, consisted of a pair of white satin trousers, embroidered with pink roses, displaying feet so exquisi...ely formed and so delicately fair, that they might well have been taken for Parian marble, had not the eye been undeceived by their movements as they constantly shifted in and out of a pair of little slippers with upturned toes, beautifully ornamented with gold and pearls. She wore a blue and white-striped vest, with long open sleeves, trimmed. And then moved towards her knees, toes eating them. Then came back kissing her thighs.Finally moved to heaven. She was pulling me on top of her but I wanted to see the nectar of her. I spread her legs to see the vagina. I was kind a good. I smelt it kind a foul smell. I just got up from the bed. Moved towards the kitchen. She was like what the fuck now..! I came back with dabor honey and chocolate syrup. I spread her legs. Poured the mixture of two tubes on her vagina. Started eating her. I guess I should tell you that more often, especially when you're perving around the house hoping to catch me naked!"She grinned at me and softened a bit. I could see her nipples stiffen through her nightshirt and tried not to stare."But it's not just that. I think about watching your body while you have sex. I think about seeing what I can't see when I'm in the same bed fucking you. And I'm fascinated about how you might respond, what you might do with another man. I doubt I could bear really. Her lips on my ear she says, "Truth Johnny, I want to hear it. Tell the truth". I can't lie, so I spill. "I'm thinking that I am a beautiful girl, that it's summer, I am lying in a field of uncut hay. We are girl lovers." My heart is pounding out of my chest, my breath is ragged. "The ground is warm, the hay is scratchy, it pokes me. I know you will grind the dirt and hay into my back, but I want to get dirty, really dirty, I want sex, sweaty, dirty sex. We have found your sisters' strap-on..