In reality she was risking that friendship just by kissing Summer, but Marissa didn't want to think about that, she didn't want to over think this s...tuation, she didn't want to think at all, she just wanted to kiss Summer, even if it was only just once. The moment before their lips touched Marissa and Summer stopped for a moment, each giving the other a chance to back down, before they moved forward in unison, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. When their lips first touched Summer. 'Pas de police. Alors on fume nos petards partout'.I have been there ten times. Till it moved away. Twice more. Mais St. Pierre de Mer ... Merde.I have been always in the inner circle. Only one large round table for lunch & dinner outside.I have been in the chozen 'douzaine sur le terrace, qui tous fument avant & apres les repas'!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The memories makes me smile. Many unwritten. Occasionally at times you could seequite a bulge under her dress. Yes, indeed, Morgan Dufrene was what theinternet called a trap.And while he was sure he had the look and even the voice down, lately hehad a decisive lack of success on finding partners. He wasn't sure whatdid it, but he had been out of luck for quite a while. Morgan had beenbummed out for a bit, especially since the man with the (rumored) biggesterection in town had been taken. Making it worse, he was straight. Histarget was Rob. It was at least twice as big as my husbands.Before I could know it, Leopold was filling my drenched cunt and taking me over the edge to another brutal shuddering orgasm.His heavy balls were slapping against my swollen clit, but suddenly I felt something huge starting to spread even wider my already stretched vagina. Leopold’s red knot started to enter me. I felt like I was being ripped apart, but I was helpless to stop him as his powerful thrusts slammed this thick knot into my poor cunt. I.