They didn't verbally talk for awhile, but when she heard his voice, two pieces of the picture were in place. Now she needed his cock. She had been so ...tressed out. It had also been 7 months for a woman who was used to having sex twice, sometimes three times a day, 5-7 days a week. She was starving!!!!She was so hot when she thought about him, her panties wet she found herself getting off at least a few times a day. She always liked pulling at her blonde hair, twirling it in her fingers, her. To our surprise we found him in the same shoe shop where we'd met Mo the day before, but a giggling Mo explained that it was their joint enterprise. Apparently it had been their parent's business, but they'd sold up and gone to live in Spain leaving the shop and the flat to the kids.Michael, her brother was a good looking youth of about twenty or so, with a ready smile and an obvious desire to please. I liked him immediately, especially when Mo kissed him and I noticed how one hand lingered. As she continued blowing Michael, Leigh's nose brushed the nest of his pubic hair with each downward slide. Her palm and fingers worked in perfect unison with her lips. Up and down, the flutist played, inspiring the sweetest music. The tempo increased as Leigh's head bobbed up then down on his musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran down and along his balls and into his crevice."Suck it baby, suck it!" Michael had his face tucked into his shoulder to muffle his voice. With his free hand he held Leigh's. Boris let go of Mo and Grace helped him up and put her arm round him. He stood there, dazed.She looked around. On the right were some cabins, in two rows. Wooden, and shabby. In front of her was a larger building, also single story, wooden, and shabby too. All around was a high wire fence with a roll of wire curled on top, glinting with little blades in it to shred anyone who tried to escape; then beyond it was a second fence just the same.“Right,” Xenia was in charge. “The boy first, get the.