.. Uh, I don't know. I could sort of clean you." He was smiling."How?" I was smiling too, but I didn't really understand."With my mouth. I mean, suck ...t out, you know." He was blushing, I was sure of it and Mark laughed as his semi-hard cock pulled free of me with a soft plopping sound."You want to lick me clean?" I grinned at him. "Okay." Yeah, I like doing it anyway and Mark's cum ... Well..." Chris laughed."You like that too, huh?" Mark nodded. "Go for it, man."It seems like that should be. His lips curl briefly in a smile. A spark of appreciation crosses his beautiful, impassive face. My pussy is sopping, juices run, escaping my cock hole, pussy cream leaking into my ass crack, delicately tickling my passage. I quiver. His mouth descends on mine, distracting me with hot, placatory fullness. I am drowning in slick heat. He smells of wood shavings, sorrow and silence. Between us the faint musky scent of surrender grows. I wriggle and roll with my hips. “That's...” The springs. She hadn't stepped into theshower yet, but she had already stripped off the clothes she was usingand thrown them on the bed. She glanced down at them. The oversized shirtand light track pants didn't feel the same to her as the outfit shebrought back from China. When the box of clothes she had Hong send herfrom Taubau had arrived she had felt a lot of relief that she now had somany more choices to wear than the things that Dianne and Kira had gonewith her to get. Even mom and grandma's efforts. He then came back to her tummy. With the flat of his hand he felt the smooth skin covering the firm muscles. When his fingers touched her belly button she jumped up and said, ‘It tickles. Please don’t touch me there.’ That gave him the clue. He ran his forefinger along the length of her lower lip and entered her mouth. He played inside the mouth for some time and then took the finger to her belly button. He wetted it with her saliva and ran the finger in and around. That was too much for.