In the drawer are some white board marker pens. I take one and push it entirely into my pussy. I then remove it. I remove the cap from the maker and p...t it back in my pussy. On a sheet of A4 paper I try to write 'Miss Bush'. I show it to the crowd which cheers. I tell them that is so they can remember my name. I pass it to a man in the crowd. I do about 6 or 7 more which I pass out.Now I recap the marker and push it entirely inside my pussy I show the crowd it's all inside and get another. After a while with no response he tested the door knob. It was unlocked. So he stepped in, looking around the room for Grace. Matty found her sitting on her bed looking down at what looked like a scrap book. Matty sat down on the end of the bed. "Grace, all of those things I said; I didn't mean any of them." "I know, I know you didn't mean them but you said them. Why did you say them? Why were you drunk?" Grace asked not looking up from her book. "Two reasons, one bigger than the other, but. When his hands got past her knees, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside. With a hungry growl, she bent at the waist and spread herself as wide as she could. His tongue dove into her from behind. She tasted divine. He felt himself being torn, because he knew he would never remove his tongue from inside her, but he needed to take even more from her."Oh, fuck," she moaned. "Fuck me!" she added, and he knew they were on the same page.Two more deep licks gave him the time he needed to. Then I repeated on the second foot. "Well done, you're better at this than I imagined you to be." Slowly I started kissing her thighs, pulling apart her legs to reveal her wet pussy. I could feel how much she wanted it. "You're not there yet," Selma said stopping me from continuing further. She flipped herself onto her front. "The booty needs love too." Gently I submerged my face between her butt cheeks, gently kissing her. Then I gently licked. "Tell me how good it tastes," Selma said, in a.