"Don't," I cautioned, placing a hand on her bicep. She had good muscle tone. "Nice and easy, remember?" She softened slightly, nowhere to go, and I sl...mmed the trunk, blipping the locks.We rounded the edge of the L-shaped two-storey building and crossed the pockmarked courtyard to a reception area on the far side. It was cramped and smelled of vinegar, sporting just a tiered stand bursting with leaflets advertising local attractions, a faux wood laminate counter, and pigeonholes of keys beyond.. And you are…?” “Oh, I’m Rachel. We’ve exchanged some messages online.” Rachel. The name does not ring a bell at all. The only messages I’ve exchanged online were…ah, maybe Rachel is her real name. I only know her as FireBelow.” “I’m sorry…but this may sound odd…but I don’t know a Rachel. You wouldn’t be…” She interrupted me, “FireBelow? That’s me. I forgot that we’ve never exchanged real names. Or at least I haven’t given you mine.” “How did you find out where I worked?” “Do you remember that. They had been sending us drinks and trying to entice us to join them. I was reluctant, but once the text came I gave in to Lil’s pleas and we moved in. They ordered lunch and the booze was flowing freely. I was very drunk. Lil was shamelessly kissing the dark-haired guy and letting him run his hands all over her. I resisted the other fella’s advances for a while but eventually let him rub some sunscreen on me and once his hands got to work I was putty. Next thing I knew all four of us were in. "Okay, Amy, your turn." Megan laid down next to Amy, spreading her legs.Actually, Amy was kind of looking forward to licking another pussy, so she quickly got into position. Megan opened her legs even further, giving Amy complete access to her twat. Not having a chance to look at too many pussies, Amy was enthralled by Megan's pussy. It looked so inviting. With Megan's legs spread so wide, Amy didn't have to open up her lips, so she started to lick the tender folds. With a free hand, Amy.