Since then, to be perfectly honest, I've been a freeloader. Not like I was at first – a contemplative wanderer who took company with those who offer...d it, and spoke of simple things. No. I began to take what wasn't mine, and it started to feel as if those appetites were truly my own.To manipulate those desires was easy for me, and I began to feel it necessary over time. In this last century, there was a time when I desperately wanted to leave continental Europe.There was a girl name Elyse. She. I was very open and conscious that he could stare right into me and see my arse hole. It felt good. He played with my cunt lips, pulling on them, spreading them open while looking at it. This seemed new to him and he was educating himself. I enjoyed being played with like this, becoming aroused and getting wetter. I wondered if my shape had changed down there from his fat cock fucking me yesterday. Did I look more open? He put both his forefingers in me and tugged me open. I. A little frown formed on her brows as she mentally sailed through a sea of conflicting emotions. A part of her would love to have and keep her “fountain of youth” to herself, but then the excitement of having him right across the room watching her slutty pussy get pounded by another person, a woman no less was so damn arousing. It made her giddy just thinking of getting to watch him stuff his ebony beef pole in another woman’s hot wet pussy. Shirley shivered with pleasure as she imagined Miss. She floated with me and shifted just enough to guide me into her. For a long time, we drifted in and out of sleep as we made tiny movements, never sure if we were dreaming or awake. A feeling of deep contentment washed over me as I pressed my face against her shoulder and felt her nipple harden against one hand and Melody’s against the other. I’m pretty sure I came, but I sank back down into my dreams, still intimately connected with my lover.When the alarm rang, my eyes snapped open. Melody.