..“I thought you said no cherries were gonna be popped tonight,” he said, and we both giggled.“No pussy cherries,” she clarified, and he sighe... loudly. “Oh, fuck,” he finally said, and we both giggled, hearing him say “fuck” for the first time. Hope jumped up and motioned us to follow her.“Come on,” she said, “I gotta take a shit, then you can fuck me. Come on!”Shit, I thought. Literally. We followed her down the hall to the master bathroom, and she sat on the toilet, while I sat on the tub. Good fucking luck." The driver growled, seemed to dismiss the young blonde. "I gotta put the hammer down. Fucking hold on."Lauren's terror level had been high on the flight, but the escape from the airport was worse. The explosions, the gunfire, the near collisions, sharp corners at speed, it left her gasping for breath and praying for her life. She'd instinctively taken her dad's hand in hers, needed that reassurance, needed to feel that he was in control.She glanced at him, saw the same fear. Sensing your confusion, she tilts her head to the side. "Tommorow's the Spring Harvest Festival. You did remember that, right?"Not wanting to be reprimanded by Madame Forgetful, herself, you put on a fake smile and try to play it cool."That's great!" she beams at you, obviously none the wiser. Nicely done!She looks as if she's about to say something else, but her head suddenly goes limp, and all you can hear from her is the faint sound of snoring. With the morning pleasantries out of the way,. Michael struggled to back away, but the wall and Fiona's arms prevented him from moving. A moan escaped him as she teased his erection through his pants. Fiona's icy blue eyes stared into his light brown ones and she closed the gap between their lips with the faintest of kisses. “Fi...” Michael was still protesting, but only barely. A part of him had been hoping she was just pulling his leg, since she had been messing with him all day, but another part of him—a part of him that was tucked in.