”“You always advocated that.”“Ha ha.” I could see Michiko with a phone in her hand.“Here he is.” She turned to me, “Rachel or Patrick?...��“Either.”“Hi.”“I’m OK. Your parents have been both kind and tolerant ... Yes ... I suppose so. Look, I have several serious questions ... Of course you can answer ... Fine.” There was a pause.“Hey, Patrick! Rachel seemed to feel you should answer serious questions. Right. Well, first, where are you living? ... Same place in Darlington? You haven’t moved to. “Ingrid told me to taste it,” she explained, and popped the fingers in her mouth. She looked puzzled, scooped some more and tried again.“It’s quite bitter,” she opined, “catches at the back of my throat, but doesn’t taste of all that much. A bit slimy perhaps, like raw egg.”Then she laughed and looked mischievous.“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked with a knowing smile, and scooping up the last remaining globs of the stuff, stuffing it in her mouth. It was a challenge. She sucked her fingers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's cool." he quickly apologized and focused on fucking her.The other guys let go of her and stepped back a bit, perhaps unsure of what was okay or not okay at that point. My girl smiled at me, still moaning from the good fucking she was getting. After a few more minutes the guy pulled out and came on her stomach and breasts. Then the last of the three buddies took his place fucking her. The last of the three amigos fucked her very quietly and without and drama. . .. he had imagined how she would look beneath that shapeless Mac, had fantasised about her nakedness beneath that garment, and the opportunity to see for himself.She was as he'd suspected, completely naked beneath that coat.She was as he'd thought, incredible.Her breasts were full and perfectly round, her nipples hard, and a beautiful dark pink in colour, they seemed to be inviting him to touch ... to stroke ... to suckle on them.He stood holding his breath, as his eyes travelled down to her.