When she moved quickly I almost saw ghost images following her. At some point I made up a little haiku about her house and its atmosphere. I did it o...f the top of my head. Haikus are so easy. All you have to do is count the syllables, and it impresses people. It impressed her, but she snapped back with a naughty limerick. ‘Whoa! Poetic one-upwomanship.’ I almost went with something from Andrew Marvel’s ‘To His Coy Mistress,’ but I couldn’t remember enough of it, and before I could stop myself. There was a fountain , a nice garden, flowers, and nice trees. She said she had done all the work herself, including building the fountain with a small water fall. She cooked a good meal. She looked beautiful. Her body was wonderful. She loved sex. She was talented.She got dressed and we drove up the coast to Galveston to mess around. Lunch was at a place called The Poop Deck. We ate upstairs on the deck overlooking the water on the other side of the street. M said the place was often. The acrobatic tongue was darting in and out from my soaking cunt with unbelievable pace. I felt my dripping pussy walls stretch every time the nimble invader pushed past my labia. It did not help at all that he every now and then he grazed my clit which sent electric shocks through my body. All the stimulus and heat were making me blush and sweat. The sweat was mixed with different liquids what Mia and her violator had soaked me earlier. Once again, I was starting to feel shame from being. Wo aahen bhar rahi thi. Usko bhi bahut acha lag raha tha. Wo apni ungliya apni chut par fer rahi thi. Maine uski chut par hath lagaya, to wo aur zor se siskiyan bharne lagi.Uski panty geeli ho rakhi thi. Net ki panty se uska paani poora baahar aa raha tha. Main seedha uski chut chaatne laga. Wo apne chooche masalne lagi. Kabhi wo apne hatho se mere sar par hath ferti. Uska poora shareer machal sa raha tha, aur usko dekh kar mera lund bhi fukaar maar raha tha.Uski chut ko main chaate jaa raha.