"Look what I'm wearing you psycho! My ass isn't even fully covered!" I screamed. "Enough!" I yelled, louder than I had. He sat down angrily beside me ...nd forced my body over his legs. "I'm telling my mother about this! You p*******e!" I warned, struggling against his strong grip. "Your mother is gone for 2 more months, and I'll tell her myself! Your out of control." He replied. He raised his hand and tightened his grip on me. I stopped squirming. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him. " I said coyly. He smiled, grabbed a condom from the table, and slipped it on.I put my hands on his knees, pushed myself up slightly so that my body was arched towards him, and I lowered my wet pussy down & slipped over his cock.I threw my head back and sighed, as he moaned. I slowly started rocking my hips, back and forth, up and down, sliding over and onto his cock. He thrusted his hips, causing his dick to go deeper into me.I threw my head back and moaned his name. After he thrusted his. Sasha fell against me as we bundled up under the blanket and she fell quickly to sleep. I lay there thinking about her fantasy for a long time before sleep overtook me. You can guess what I was dreaming about that night. Our run in Paris became a memory, and the remainder of the tour flew by. Sasha continued to wow the crowds as the backup singer with the solo turn and our romance only deepened with every stop. Finally, the last concert came and went. The tour was over. Everyone was going their. To say it was loud was an understatement.“Were we ever this small and noisy,” I asked as we forced our way through the throng.“I think we probably were,” she replied with a smile.“Look at those two.” I pointed to a couple of the twelve-year-olds in a corner. He had her pushed up against the wall and was trying his best to suck her tongue out of her mouth. “I don’t think I’d have had the guts to do that at their age. I don’t think I was even thinking about that at their age.”Clarissa shrugged..