Her hair fell softly across her shoulders. “I am not a tease.”“Really,” I replied back, “Where are your shorts?”Catalina blushed and turne... red.“Que?” she shot back, in Spanish, as she bunched up her over-sized t-shirt and tied it in a knot on her hip. “You don’t like my comfortable look?”“Yes, I do,” I laughingly replied. “I’m just not used to seeing you so . . . very casually . . attired.”“I am not tired,” Catalina replied.“Attired,” I repeated.“Nooooo,” Catalina replied, “I am not. She licked his fingers clean. His lube tasted like sweet, slightly salty sap. She eyed his throbbing prong, hardly able to believe she'd just sucked it off. How had she managed to get something so long and thick into her mouth? She spread her legs wider, pointing her toes sensuously, opening up her itching, pulsating pussy. She was smoldering between the legs. Her cunt ached to be filled."Fuck me!" she whispered. "Oh, Derek, please!" Are you a virgin like your girlfriend?" Pam nodded.Derek. I carefully placed the two cups down and heard a loud slap. Amanda screamed.I turned around and saw my brother pull his hand above his head; he brought it down hard on her right cheek, and she screamed again."Want more?" Brian said as he raised his hand again."Yes, please," she begged.His hand met her cheek with a loud clap, and she screamed again."Whose cock do you want?" Brian teased as he raised his hand above his head again."Yours!" Amanda gasped.He let rip again. This time, her body shook. She was near orgasm from thefirst word. He wanted to meet her.Someplace discrete, someplace that catered to consenting adults. Biancaknew just the place. I had fed her the information before hand. Heaccepted and she hadn't been able to keep her hand out of her pantiesfrom then on.I dropped her off at the corner with instructions. The bustle of theintersection, after her enforced stillness, was a visceral shock toBianca. Short black leather skirt, a red tube top, seamed stockings,patent heels, a.