Begging to be fucked, Mark dived his tongue between the wet folds of her pussy. Her love juices flowed as she moaned from the sensation between her le...s. Licking up and down the entire slit, Mark lapped up her dripping juices as he held her pussy open with his hands. Her throbbing clit was his next target as he slid his tongue in a circular motion around the love button. Grinding her hips into Marks face, Cindy tried to get more pressure on her swollen clit. With more and more force, Mark was. She gasped loud. Rommel watched oil run over her breast and nipples. He brought his head down and suckled one as he rubbed the other. Giselle shook. No man had ever kissed her, let alone touched her. Her inexperienced mind could not grasp the entire experience at all at once. Rommel poured more oil, silently up her calves, to her thighs, staring at her the entire time. He brought his head to her thigh kissing it, then licking the oil upward. Giselle twitched her leg, his lips feeling. There were a few odds and ends that needed taking care of to finish things off, but they could and would wait until after we had gotten some food and some sleep. None of it was urgent the way the assignment had been."So, what's our next step?" Kat asked as we stepped into the small shower together ... We had spent twenty minutes getting the bodies of the Assassin Brothers out of the room and into a dumpster behind the hotel."What do you mean?" Just what I said. What do we do now? What's the. . . then I guess she was sick. Debbie moved to another city for her senior year, living with one of her mom’s younger sisters. For weeks I called, I wrote, I e-mailed and I sent texts to Debbie, begging her to meet with me, talk to me, or get together with me. When I called her aunt’s house Debbie refused to come to the phone, and would not answer any of my other messages. When school started back in the fall, just after my 18th birthday, I found out that I wasn’t the only one Debbie refused to.