The motion forced it inside of her,making her shudder."I'd never agree to that." Paul said with a sense of trepidation. Therewould be no way that he w...uld give into what she wanted."Sure." Karen said sarcastically. Moving over to him, she spread his asscheeks apart. It revealed his dripping hole. The clear fluid waspreparing him to be penetrated. Karen pushed the tip of her thick phallusagainst his entrance. He gasped, her hips forcing the thick thing insideof him.Paul gasped, his anus opening. My river. A hundred decibels of hip-hop or plasticized ‘country’ music does nothing to enhance it. The sound of a redwinged blackbird with mating on his mind does enhance it. On mornings like this, even my library of classical music doesn’t offer anything to compete.My mind wanders to the subject of Miss Gee. Nine? She said she’d call. We’ll see. Pickles’ movement catches the corner of my eye. He’s shifted to a resting place on the deck. Twenty hours a day. I think I tracked him one day and he. I remember them being strict.His dad arrived and he was as stern as I remembered him. But then he turned out to be jovial. He was a broad man with beard. And a little belly. He would look scary to anyone.He behaved pretty cool and he even offered us both drinks. Kerala men seem cool that way. Later that night Anisha went to bed. I was watching TV with her dad. He seemed to be going on with his drinks. I was wearing my regular night shorts a little above my knees. I felt him looking at my thighs. Anyway, with Mum I chose a couple of smart dresses, a new skirt, and even some new underwear, Mum persuading me that I should buy a sexy pair of matching lacy white bra and pants, and a particularly daring bra which made the most of my 34b breasts, even emphasising the shape of my nipples through it. "You never know what might happen when you are at the hotel". Mum said. "And we can go through my wardrobe too when we get home. It's a really smart hotel, and you want to have some nice clothes.