He shoved his fingers up my pussy, getting them wet and licking them. He shoved them in again and forced me to lick them. “Mmm. Your pussy tastes go...d, huh?”Then he left me, there mumbling to himself again about what a good fuck I was. He continued fucking me whenever and wherever he had the chance. He’d take me by surprise and have my clothes off and his cock buried deep inside me, pounding my pussy hard, deep and fast, usually cumming right away. Then he’d pull his limp, dripping dick out and. I know you want the same thing - but you have other things you want to do to me first. You sit up in the bed and lean your back against the headboard. It still takes my breath away to look at you. Your dark eyes are drinking me in and are filled with lust. You are so beautiful. I take my long tanned legs and wrap them around your waist, locking myself to you. You lazily run your hands down my chest, pinching my already erect nipples as you work your way down. You stop to briefly rub the small. Was I missing the bigger picture as to what was going on around here? Was something going on here, or was Mr. Nash just fucking with me. I was scared out of my mind and I felt like maybe I should just allow for myself to get into more trouble by walking away, though my feet would not let me move from where I was standing. As scared as I was, I was slightly more curious. So I stood there, a million thoughts racing through my brain. “Right ... n...” I tried to get out. Before I could finish my. The search was slow, it was painstaking, and I fully expected Patricia to start complaining of boredom. She surprised me by carrying on a non-boredom conversation for the whole time I was searching. She wanted to examine every sample that I took from the cliff and I got the impression that she was actually interested in what I was doing. At around two o’clock I decided that it was time to go back down the slope. Clambering down the slope is more dangerous than going up, the chances of.