‘I don’t want a model. All I want is my hero. Let’s go home,’ she said as she pulled him toward the exit door. Her eyes ran over his tan skin,...and she couldn’t get past how he looked. He was so tan, and he was a lot more ripped. He hadn’t been lanky when he left the house, but there was a definite difference. All of a sudden a broad grin appeared over his face and he started laughing. She couldn’t help but furrow her brow, like she always did when she was puzzled. ‘What’s so funny?’ She didn’t. ‘In that case,’ Ashley said,leading him over to one of the main sofa that was toasty warm from the sun’s rays, ‘we’ve got plenty of time to warm up.’ She began to unbutton his own shirt, and in his impatience he was aware that she was teasingly taking a lot slower to remove his clothes than hers. It was frustrating — he wanted her to see his well-kept body, feel her hands all over his chest. As she continued to unbutton, he stroked her lightly around her stomach and across her smooth legs, as. No, she knew it was wrong. It wasn’t like her at all. She was not like this so why was she thinking about him like the way she was. Those eyes and how he had looked at her the way he had. And the one time when he looked over at her, how he smiled into her eyes as if the two were, she didn’t know, but it almost felt as if he was treating her like she was a lover, or something close to that she thought. “Oh gosh no” she said as she stared at herself in the mirror above the bedroom dresser. “Those. We were both as damp as could be. I wanted to put my mouth on her pussy next.*Louise let me pull her up towards my face. She whispered to me that I was naughty as I did so, but shuffled upwards towards me. I soon pulled her crouch down onto my face.I suppose it all came naturally to me. My tongue went forwards first, then upwards until I found something small and hard to swirl around with my tongue. Her pussy hairs and her wet inner lips on my mouth did feel all strange too. And I kept thinking.