This quickly comes back into focus once I hear someone call my name and by someone I mean my sister. "Allison?" I call back and my name comes back in ...eturn. I sprint towards the direction and find my sister, blindfold in hand and her eyes a little puffy as if she's been crying."Are you alright?" I ask. She replies by kissing me straight on the lips before holding me in an extremely tight hug, which is probably the best feeling I've felt during my 15 years of life. Reality quickly comes. Are you really going to stop the inevitable? Who’s going to find out? I’ll never tell anyone. This can be our secret.Fuck yes. I’m coming over right now. I’ll text you when I’ve arrived. I’m here. I was thinking about you the entire drive over. Breathe. Do you like my perfume? I wanted to pick my most alluring and sexy perfume for tonight. I want you to get addicted to me like I am to you. You’re so fucking hot. Let’s go to your room. We both know what we’re after. Are you going to make me say. He was the least aggressive of my husband’s buddies today. Only once did I have to dodge his hand when he reached out to pinch a buttock. He was 180 centimeters tall with brown hair and though he did not appear as muscular as Marco, there seemed about him a hidden strength which could overwhelm you if he were angry, and his eyes would flash cold blue fire. He was single as well. The only thing I knew for sure about Giovanni is he was funny. He’d suddenly say something out of thin air and make. .. I said open your legs!' He pushed them open with my knees, grabbed my backside and pulled my wet mound towards his waiting mouth. He put my feet on his thighs and opened my labia with his large hands. I'd never realised how large, maybe I only noticed now because I was desperate to having something inside me. He teased my hole with his thumb before pressing down on my clit. My hips bucked with the pleasure and met his mouth. He was right, he was going to make me buzz. His expert tongue.