“Are you going to come in, or shall I have my way with you out there for the neighbours to see?” he asks me, still with that damn smirk. I shake m... head as my imagination begins to take flight with that image. I finally find my voice, “Hi to you, too, Jason. No one will be having their way with anyone today, sir. And besides, you know I’m not that kind of girl.” “Whatever you say, sexy. But you know you’re going to be mine.” It’s a statement he’s used so often in our conversations that I’m. 2. In another scenario I would be in a hotel bar, sitting alone watching the men come and go. I would be at the bar and already would have consumed a lot of alcohol, so by then I was both uninhibited and horny and I would espy three men sitting alone and in conversation.The barman for some unknown reason, would ask me to take a tray of drinks over to them and stand at the table as one guy, would put his hand up my dress and tell them I was naked under it. I was then told to go to a bedroom. Peeking through closed eyes, I notice he’s very tanned and wears only swimming trunks. He watches, and as he watches me sleeping he gets excited. I can see the outline of his cock through his bathing trunks, and I hope he doesn’t notice that my nipples stiffen in immediate arousal. I should be feeling concerned, apprehensive, but all I can think about is the heat of passion coursing through my veins. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the sun, or the novel, but all have contrived to turn my body. The bastard Jonesy was splashing saliva around her rim and holding her pink puckered internal rawness open with his pressing fingers and grounding his tongue tip in where a tongue just shouldn’t reach. Then around and around her rim he circled; entertaining her sweetest sensitive spots repeatedly.Adcock was like a bear face first in a honey pot, except this was girly cunny honey juices he was lapping. His tongue was twisting in and around her exposed pussy insides. Sammie knew girly pleasure..