At bedtime, Suzana walked into my room and gave me a kiss which turned into a soft French kiss and she wished me a happy birthday, then quickly left a...d went to her room.April, 1980, Hovås/Göteborg, SwedenOn Friday the Jonssons hosted a party for my friends. Sofia and Jöran were there, along with Katt, Mikael, Lotta, Anna-Carin, Tomas, Torbjörn, Elizabeth, and Cecilia. We had a wonderful time and Katt stayed the night with me in Hovås.“Can I do something special for you for your birthday?” Katt. As I said, soft and pleasant."Katha's face, in the meantime, had gotten red. Now she got up from the sofa."Michael?", she glared at me. "Whattaya saying here, she smells better than me?" It's true! You can -" - prove you're wrong? Telling she smells better... has a better shit... how dare you! Tell you what, both of you: we BOTH, both girls here, will shit right here and now, and then we'll see who has the better shit and the shittier smell!"Oh-oh, I thought with amusement, she really was. After about continuing for few minutes, he wanted me standing, and then he gripped my waist with his strong hands and turned me around. At first I wasn't sure what he wanted to do, it became more clear after he took my thong of me and lifted my minidress up. He held my ass cheeks with both his hands and separated them so he could lick my asshole. I've never felt such a pleasure in my life right up until that moment. I was there, standing on my high heels, bended forward and being devoured like. She slithered up and down, up and down, over and over and over again until her whimpers abruptly stopped as her feverish fucking generated an especially hard landing. Etta went silent for several seconds–just like a little k** building up to a horrible scream– and then released a chilling orgasmic yelp the likes of which I had never heard before. I initially thought I had hurt her. But then Etta giggled like a little girl who had just opened a fantastic Christmas present and squirted, her face.