Enjoy!"Uncle Steve, I need to come to your house. I can't stand mom and dad, and they won't give me my own space and they aren't treating me like an a...ult. I know I'm only eighteen, but I should at least get my own room, and my own space. I mean, I had to buy my own car for crying out loud, and if my friend's mom wouldn't have been so generous on the price, I'd still be walking to and from work." I said with tears streaming from my eyes."Calm down Anna. I will talk to Aunt Abby and see if she. They were wide-eyed and I could tell they wanted us to get away from the shouting and the sounds of guns being fired either into the air in drunken jubilation or at some unfortunate soul in the wrong place at the wrong time.One of the prettier, decorated tents had drawings of a circus with elephants and tigers and God know what else and on a little platform out front a circle of unhappy looking females were sporting their business-like corsets and leather boots like a uniform of carnally. ‘Yesssss!!! Oh, Luke, yesssssss!!!’ she moaned, her hips lifting, offering her body to his touch. His lips began moving down the satiny smooth under slopes of her breasts, building thrill upon incredible thrill. Her hips rolled and strained, seeking more of his touch. Lise reached down and pushed her jeans down over her flared hips. ‘Ohhhhh!!! God, Luke!!’ she murmured, ‘You’re so gentle! How can you be so gentle?’ Luke heard her cries of joy, and continued his ever-so-tender explorations. His. It was filthy sexual marathon.Thu: hahaMe: did you offer the anal sex that night or did I just take it?Thu: you just took iti didn't stop youMe: oh right, when I put you over the couch.Thu: which in some ways, made it even hotterMe: are you wet?Thu: don't knowMe: check.Thu: that's for you to checkMe: are your panties damp?Thu: yeah, my underwear is pretty wetMe: do you notice that when you take them off there's a film of fluid that clings from your pussy to your panties?Thu: haven't checked.