As you turn to see where it’s coming from . . .. . . your eyes open. You aren’t a secret agent, you own and run a large business, and you aren’t...in a manor, you’re . . . not sure where you are.After a moment, you get your bearings: you’re sleeping on your friend Niall’s couch. You’re not homeless—well, technically you are, but it’s only temporary and not your fault. Four years ago, you moved in with your girlfriend April. Four days ago, she kicked you out. Niall said you were welcome to sleep. "So, apparently back in freshman year, Charlie had a thingfor Sarah Strand."I nodded. "Understandable. She's really pretty. You guys would makegreat babies." Oh frack off. Anyway, right before winter formal, he finally got thecourage to ask her out." She said no?" I phrased it as a question, but even I knew the storymust not have a happy ending."She never got the chance to turn him down. Right as he walked up toher, he vomited all over the hallway floor. Guess he was too nervous orsomething.". I placed both my hands on her thighs to hold her in that position. Since spending that first day on our island, I had learned to love the scent of wet pussy. I began to lick the outer lips of her pussy starting at the bottom of her crack and working my way up. In between licks and gently chewing on them with my teeth, I used my lips to nibble along the edges, varying the routine so she didn’t have a chance to be bored.“Yes! Oh, yes! Just like that! Oh fuck!” She suddenly moaned, as my sharp. I let his cock pop out of my mouth as I stood up and told him that I needed him to fuck me. He looked toward the back seat of the car with a little hesitation. I told him not to worry, that my husband will be asleep for hours.He turned me toward the car as he lifted my skirt and guided his cock to my cunt, it was so wet that he didn’t have any problem sliding it in as far as he could. I felt my pussy walls separate wide as it drove into me. I almost came again on the first stroke of.