Her mouth formed the words more easily every second as she leaned in. Her nose flared, inhaling my scent between each purred sentence fragment. “To ...laim me, to rip my clothes asunder, to fuck me. To plow my naughty human cunny with your big fat green dick and paint my womb with your cum, gods, I need your cock right now.” Her palm clutched between my legs and my own hands cupped her ass, drawing her closer as I cut off the torrent of increasingly foul dirty talk with my tongue. My hands. I reached over and turned on the light, its glare covered us and the bed. I pulled Amy on top of me, my leg splitting her thighs and I rubbed her pussy in long sweet motions. “Mary?” She felt tense. I didn’t stop. I licked under her chin and slowly worked my tongue lower to the top of her tee shirt. Amy moaned and I felt her hair on my face, her fingers digging deeper into my back. “Do we need the light?” “I want to see you.” “But the curtain is open.” I leaned up and kissed her, . Ryan was always happy to ride over to my place on his dirt bike. He would gladly lend a hand with any work that needed to be done. The son of a fisherman learns very early about responsibility and hard work. He was always reluctant to accept the small handful of cash I gave him at the end of the day.At sixteen he was not a large boy, nor was he handsome. He always wore a ball cap and I have never seen him in anything but blue jeans and sweat shirts. He did however have an amazing smile, a. . I'll never forget that summer.On the day Dad took us up to Gramps' house, to start our college experience, we already knew that he might not be there. Though he was retired, once in a while he still did some consulting of some kind, and he had already said he would be on a job that weekend. Orientation at Bramley was going to start on a Tuesday, with Monday being the day people were supposed to move into the dorms. He said he might be back, but that if he wasn't somebody would be there to let.