I looked back to her as I said "You're right, they mark their territory. And if you see me as yours, then you can mark me"Comprehension continued to f...ow through her as I placed a new spin on what we had been doing all this time. She cautiously asked, "What would I mark?"I was glad to see she was giving this new perspective serious thought. I wanted everything that happened to be her choice, in hopes she might accept it better so I replied, "That depends. Are there parts of me you'd like to. She'd not shown one bit of boredom. That was bad.That was really bad.It strengthened my attraction to her. Keira was disproving all my preconceived notions of teenage girls. She wasn't flighty, didn't exhibit short attention spans, wasn't shallow. She was sharp, articulate and witty. The multiple colored wristbands and multiple earrings in one ear were deceptive. They didn't reflect a ditzy personality.Wiping my mouth, crumpling up the serviette, and collecting the paper plate, I stood. "We. The small twelve seater bus departed like a masserati at grand’s hatch crushing us into the backs of the seats. The driver a small swarthy man pushed the bus to its limit as he hurtled along the dusty roads with the countryside flashing past us. An hour into the journey the bus suddenly pulled into a ramshackle shack, screeching to a halt with clouds of dust temporarily obscuring the view. Twenty minutes to get the toilet and refreshment said the courier. Oh my god! I screamed when I. With a slow push, I can feel your wetness giving me access, sliding myself in, slowly finding my rhythm. Your tight lips grip me, subtlety pushing and pulling with each contraction of well-worked muscles. No need for hard pounding here, as our bodies find a sensual synchronization. My hips move as if of their own accord, instinctively, back and forth at a steady beat. I look down at your face which is full of nothing but sexual expressions, small smiles between pursed lips that blow out heavy.