I shut my eyes and dreamed of the August sun, lashing my skin with hot, muggy rays of golden goodness, until I glowed all over, warm and red.“Hm-hm-...m,” a pale man cleared his throat, and slid a small box of metal doodads across the counter for my inspection, “Pardon, Mademoiselle. Ça coûte combien?”Shattering my daydream, his heavy flannel and fleece trapper cruelly reaffirmed that I was not back home in North Carolina; that I was in Montreal, that it was November, and that it was a. Moaning, she grabs my long hair and holds my head right where I want it as she cums again, but on my face this time. I moan this time, enjoying the sweet taste of her horny, sopping wet pussy.Looking down her body at me, she askes me to just fuck her already. Grinning into her pussy, I nod my head with a sparkle in my eyes at the offer. She has but one request... she wants to be able to see the tv as I ram my shaft up in to her. Smiling at the thought, I slip her clothes off along with mine.. Finally, he tried pulling the door to the side, and this worked. It slid smoothly to one side, into the frame of the building for a few inches, and Bert jumped away to one side in case he was faced with something undesirable. After a moment or two, he considered it safe to return, and this time he resumed pulling the door aside as far as it would go, keeping his body sheltered by the door as much as possible; his face protectively turned away from the entrance. This allowed the observers better. They were drug free boys, very respectful to Mom (though not Dad) and although they dated and had normal teenage social lives, his brothers had always been home by eleven?even when they were visiting on term break from college!Spalding’s sisters on the other hand had raised hell, been in and out of rehab, and sometimes had boys in their bedrooms?his parents were very easy going about that sort of thing, for the girls. He’d never seen his sisters naked, but they’d seen it all?And Spalding had to.