The road turned hard to the left and they emerged out into open country of rolling hills and shallow valleys studded with olive groves and vineyards. ...adfael stopped to survey the scene. The mountains of Turkey were a faint bruise on the horizon and, below them, the little port drowsed in the afternoon sun. All was quiet save for the low hum of insects and the occasional harsher chirruping of the cicadas. Nicodemus gestured to a long, low villa down to their right. In common with most of such. We ate our breakfast as we sat there eyeing each others bodies. If I wasn't so sore I would fuck you hard again, she seductively said. We didn't go anywhere or do anything. I did eventually got dressed and we hung out in the living room. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I continued to touch her little teen tits, and did so for most of the day. She would just sigh and breath as I did so. My pussy is so wet right now, she would say. I wish I wasn't sore! I continued to rub her tits and her. “I guess so ‘cause I don’t know what you want.”I took a deep breath and sat quiet waiting for him to begin again. Since he did not I jumped up and ran up to my room slamming the door behind me. I waited to see if he would follow me and since he did not I lay on my bed. I undid the button of my tight jeans, lowered the zipper, and raised up to lower my jeans. My panties were soaked. I rubbed my pussy through my panties. I raised my butt up again and slipped down my panties. I was so wet. So she suggested I share her with this giant biker guy whom she knew was into her. The next time we hung out with him, we asked if he would play with her while I watched. He also thought it was pretty weird, but ultimately he was happy to help. Watching them fuck was.....hmmm, what's the word? Revolutionary? He was totally up for all the pain stuff she asked for. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed like a rag doll and he fucked her harder than I ever could. She was loving it and it.