Her breasts ensured that men rarely looked at her face while talking to her, and the miniskirt that she'd worn last night (but, strangely, been unable...to find that morning) showed off her long, toned legs, but Molly's butt was nothing to write home about.She shook her head - she was trying to focus on the upside of the situation. Like the size of the tattoo - it was perfect. Large enough that it was easily readable, even if one was standing halfway across the room. Of course, that was going to. She was truly and completely frightened. She couldn’t help but hear the words of her brother echoing through her mind.‘Father is sending you off to die in Wenland – and you’re such an idiot, you’re actually prancing happily to do it.’She knew it wasn’t true. Her father had explained things to her. She knew her brother was just trying to frighten her – and it worked. She was frightened.She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She sought her center, her balance. It was what Ko’Natu was built upon.. OK man, my turn! said Chris. James reluctantly slipped his cock out of my pussy, and Chris got up and went around behind me. Do you want to taste your hot pussy? panted James as he came around and sat on the couch in front of me. He moaned as I took his thick, hard prick in my mouth. I tasted my sweet pussy juices that covered his cock, and then groaned with pleasure as Chris roughly shoved his dick into my pussy. I threw back my head with a moan as Chris reached under and very gently . Hell, I didnt get any for four days. About twenty minutes later she came back out with a drink in one hand and her tanning lotion in the other. She was wearing a short wrap-around robe and her fuzzy high-heeled bedroom slippers. She walked to the end of the deck to drag her favorite lounge chair closer to us. I wonder if shes naked under that? I asked myself. Im sure the rest of the guys were wondering the same thing. When she finally got her chair situated, she untied her robe and let it fall.