After a few attempts at inquiring what was on her mind, she told me the following incident in order to ease her conscience: She arrived at her dad’s...house from the airport Friday evening at 8 PM. Her dad was already in bed, so she unpacked her bags, ate leftovers with her step mom, and told Carol she would spend time with him on Saturday. Carol said she would be gone all day Saturday to help her daughter move into a new apartment, but that would give Nicole and Frank plenty of time to catch. The air conditioning couldn't keep up and the heat kept us all thirsty, which kept us all drunk. We sang like idiots and danced and shrieked and kept drinking until one by one each of friends left and we were alone. We stumbled up the stairs to my room and fell in a sweaty mess. Me on top of her. One thing I remember distinctly is being struck by how wet she already was. Pulling down her tight shorts and throwing them to the side. Not bothering with her top. Diving between her legs and finding. I pulled myself over to her and positioned my head between her thighs. From there I could see her swollen lips and the wetness within. I glided my tongue up the length of her slit and could instantly taste her sweetness. I started flicking my tongue on her clit and then glided it down to the hole and swirled it around, savouring the juiciness. I heard her muffled moans as I glided up and down and flicked against her, alternating between. I heard her breathing get harder and I started touching. "He pulled out his wallet and slapped a hundred euro note down onto the table."Bring her fucking on."The announcer smiled, picked it up and then asked his name."Are you sure about this?" Russell asked once the announcer had walked back to her little booth."Can't look bad in front of the Germans can I," Jack said. He started to unbutton his shirt."You've got some fucking balls," Russell said."Big brass uns," Jack said as he stripped right down to a pair of boxers covered in the red cross of St..