“Can fuck you up the ass?” he whispered, hoping. He didn’t think she would be up for it, considering he had just got her there yesterday, but he...was drunk so he thought he would ask anyway.“Yes.” The magic word came out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. She could feel his rampant hard-on twitch inside her when she responded. He kissed her cheek, happily. She felt his penis slowly slip out of her vagina.“Where is the Vaseline?” he asked.“I’ll get it.” She said. Her entire body. She gasped at the intensity, having not realized just how sensitive her clitoris still was from the earlier orgasm. She moved a little to adjust the pressure and leaned back again. Once again her mind wandered. This time she was on her bed, naked, her lover positioned between her legs, his tongue circling and stroking her clit. Her hips moved involuntarily below the water as she imagined looking down at the figure between her thighs whose mouth encased her vagina and whose tongue was sliding. Hi Jess, his brother and sister said to him, almost in unison. Hi, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mothers room and said good morning to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he wasnt sure. He had become so distant, there was no real connection left. Probably just out of habit, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye and then left with his brother. Accordingly, I really wanted to find just the right sort of place so that I could pretty much count on him doing things by routine ... and thus become nearly perfectly predictable. If you know exactly what your enemy is going to do, sometimes being badly outnumbered isn't always a bad thing.So, with all of this in mind we'd wasted about half of the day driving up and down Hwy 1A and then checked around the west side of Biscayne Bay and came up with nothing even vaguely suitable. It's all.