It was during school holidays and it was pretty warm, even without the presence of the sun. I came in from being out with my friends and when I walked...into the living room, Mark was there. I was a little shocked to see him and was told to sit down. I was getting a little scared, had Mark come clean? However my worries were misplaced. My parents and Mark explained that he had won a holiday for 1 week in Menorca. He had two tickets and claimed he didnt have anyone to go with and he was asking me.. The cum tasted like fresh peaches in cream. I stood up and cupped her breast and kissed her with her own juices still wet on my face, fresh. He never eats my pussy, she said. He says its unclean. Seemed pretty clean to me, I said and kissed her and smiled. Cleaner now, she took her tongue and wiped the juice from my chin and neck and shirt and said. Taste like pussy . . . yum. She led me into the bedroom. There she laid out on the big bed, spread eagled, and ready. She looked golden across. ’ ‘Your body?’ he said, the now unglazed eyes rolling over the delicious curves with the speed of an Aussie surfer when taking the drop. Hugo following Peyton like a puppy into the summerhouse in her parent’s garden where she had a day bed. The room was set up as her studio where she carried out contract editing of manuscripts for book publishers. ‘Gosh you read a lot.’ ‘Yes,’ she said, realizing Hugo possibly had no idea what manuscripts were. But did it matter? She had him here and so it. I will think about your offer, I really will, I promise."With that she turned away, walked down the garden, flung the bag over the fence and then climbed over. Would I ever see her again? Who knows? At least she was now warm and well-shod. I wandered back into the living room. I put the dirty towel into the laundry and her tattered smock into the trash. I turned out the fire and the lights and made my way back to bed still troubled. Had I done the right thing? Should I have let her stay.