Brother. School. Friends. Things that I never want to replace, but will try to. The last thing I would want is for you to not want top stay with me he...e. I won’t be able to leave this country for a few years. I don’t want to be without you. The colour of the paint on the walls doesn’t seem quite so white anymore. Shadows seem to overcome the unit. The floor. The roof. The chair I am resting on. The coffee table, made of wood, covered in TV guides, a magazine, a thick glass ashtray, my tobacco. Her lips grazed the vine tattoo on my pubic mound. It marked my proficiency in the sexual arts. It was the most fleeting of all the arts, but one I thoroughly enjoyed practicing.Her lips kissed around my pubic mound and down the sides of my pussy, nibbling on my plump vulva. Her tongue flicked out, gathering cum and pussy juices staining my flesh. I whimpered, tingles racing to my snatch, my labia quivering, wanting to be touched, to be played with.She kissed closer and closer to my pussy,. ”“Oh dear,” the high priestess replied. She placed the book on the table and lit a fire in the brazier. “Let me see exactly what you saw.”Carice stood behind Fiona and caressed her shoulders. She brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck.The priestess closed her eyes and purred.A hand squeezed her breast while another slipped underneath her sarong.Fiona trembled at Carice’s touch. She turned her head and their mouths locked together while intense sensation radiated from between her legs.. My cock was fully erect and she could definitely feel it. She was trying to adjust her pallu so she had brought her hands down to adjust and she brushed by cock.My cock was on her hands for some time and I’m sure she would have felt it. I was in the heaven could control my feelings. My mind says lift her saree and pull her panty down and insert my rod in to her cunt deeply, but can’t do it.After a minute again she brought her hand down to adjust her saree and this time she had placed right on.