I slip my finger in and out a few times to loosen her up, and then I go back to her clitoris. Her body trembles, and glistens with sweat. She breathes...hard. I push her back onto the bed and pull off her panties so that she’s fully nude and at my mercy and I admire at her nude body for a couple of beats. The blond patch on her mons pubis glistens with sweat and juices. And then I went for it, driving my tongue deep between her legs and I start lapping up that virgin pussy juice. She sequels and. Hands grope my tits, pinch my nipples. The cock pulls out. Sperm drips from my pussy along with my pussy juice. Another cock invades me, fucking, thrusting, slamming into me, using me.I’m in another room, or perhaps it’s the same room. Loud music assails my ears. The music makes it hard to hear the voices. All is dark, but I am far from alone. I can sense people close to me.I am standing. My blouse is open. I am groped. Hands feeling me all over. No part of my body is left untouched. My nipples. My biggest regret was that our most intimate moment was also gone like it never happened. I wanted Michael so badly that I could still taste his sweet. But the fear in Ghammal’s eyes haunted me. My love for Michael was put on hold again. That is how we got here, waiting for Ghammal. Now I remember the parcel. Rummaging through my backpack I look for the package to make sure it is still there. Ghammal didn’t show and it is now close to eleven. The traffic couldn’t be that bad this early in the. It was just the two of us for fifteen years. When I was younger mom would lay naked with me on her bed and have me suck on her tits as she fingered herself and moaned. It was a normal thing to suck on her nipples any time she needed me to. She would pull me to her as she sat and watched TV and pushed my face to her tit and I would suck her and then sometimes she would rub my ass or pussy. When I was a teen she began rubbing my tits and my pussy a lot. She even kept me naked for sex. She taught.