An owl that twits, but hears no responding twoo. Back to thepoint, at least now I knew why that feeling had been present. It soundslike a cold reactio... to a traumatic situation but like to think of myselfas unflappable under pressure and it just is not in my nature for haveintense emotions when most other people would do. That helped me carry onas before, being both the son that my mother loved and the daughter thatshe craved. I also felt oddly obligated to do that for my sister too, solife for. I do not know exactly how old he is, but I would say 45 to 50 based on some of the history he related. I admit I had a couple of glasses of wine that evening, for I became a little bolder. I asked him where her grew up. He hesitated and said he grew up on the border of the Congo. I kept pushing and asked if he had been involved in the extensive fighting there. He lowered his eyes, embarrassed and yes, as a young boy he had been conscripted into a Congolese guerrilla group. Now I got really bold. He ran his middle finger over my slit and parted my lips. I was super wet and he broke the kiss. "She certainly doesn't feel like she doesn't want it." I heard laughing. The person pushing my legs apart let go and walked away. He looked me in the eyes and rubbed my clit in slow circles, I bit my lip trying my hardest not to moan. Then he slid two fingers deep inside and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I threw my head back and let out an extremely loud moan, he rubbed harder and pumped his. Caroline could see that I was getting close to coming and started to slap my backside. Dont come slap yet. I slap want some slap of that slap too! Well stop grunt hitting me grunt then, you know grunt how much grunt that turns grunt me on. I knew I was couldnt take much more before coming, so I pulled out of Nicki, she immediately started to complain through the gag. Take over here for me. I told Caroline and she replaced me, leaning in to slurp at Nickis fanny. Nicki stopped complaining. I.