‘Please…’ I whispered into his ear. I begged him with my eyes and the succinct grinding of our exerted bodies, meant that he wanted it as bad as...me. He trailed away from my mouth and made his way towards my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just above the collar bone, his hands moved delicately over my body towards my ass and gripped it tight, kneading it slowly while he thoroughly licked the spot over and over again. Animalistic grunts came from my mouth and I begged for him. ‘Please, baby. She closed her eyes and cooed. I spread her cheeks and in the fading light made out the pucker of her ass hole, it was tight and it twitched a cherry amidst the chocolate desert. Her pussy was wet from my licking and from her juices, her lips were open and I could barely make out some of the rouge that rivaled the glow of the fading sun. I lowered myself into her pussy laying on her, feeling her rump against my hips. I stroked her slowly at first sliding one hand around and under her to parting. “Steve, I thought today we could go to «Millesgården» and then to «Historiska museet»,” Lars said. “What do you think?”“Well, the history museum sounds good, but what’s the other one?”“It’s an art museum and sculpture garden, on Lidingö. It’s quite beautiful,” Annika answered.“That sounds wonderful as well!”“Good. We’ll have dinner at a traditional Swedish restaurant tonight as well.”We had another wonderful day together. I was growing closer to Lars and Annika, really enjoying my time with. He washed his hands in the sink and returned and carefully rummaged through the dryer. There were mostly jean shorts, khaki shorts and linen blouses and t-shirts. There were panties. There were no bras, however.Christopher checked his watch. 3:27. He slipped down the hall and found Ms. Palmer's bedroom. It was tastefully decorated, with scarfs on the bedposts and antique furniture. His heart started beating faster. Her perfume still lingered in the air. He spotted a hamper inside her closet,.