Ah, she makes me feel so good. Her tongue pushes up in me a little as her fingers pull at my lips. I can tell she wants more.She has to roll me onto m... back to pull them off. I keep my eyes closed, as if I'm still sleeping. It's more fun to keep this part of our relationship an unspoken thing. My body is hers to explore and play with as she wants to, but it doesn't change who are the rest of the time. I feel her mouth taking my clit inside, her lips and tongue melting over the top of my pubic. I'm going over to the beer tent with Jerry. This is kind of lame."He grinned. "Maybe I'll come visit you when you're in the bullseye." "Don't you dare," I warned him. "If you hit me with a pie, I'll neverforgive you!" "Maybe I'll be aiming for another bullseye," he said slyly, as I felt hishand knead one of my cheeks, squeezing it firmly. "Mark!" I squealed. "People can see!" I looked around but the carnival wasso crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off. But always his hands returned to my ass, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my asscheeks and the dribble of wetness coming out of his cock and onto my left cheek. ‘You can feel more of my ass if you want,’ I hinted. ‘I am very clean.’ ‘Oh yes,’ he said eagerly, ‘I bet that tight little hole of yours feels good.’ ‘Mmm, yes, it is tight and it is oh so hot and hungry to be filled,’ I panted, feeling my sissy gurl cock throb in my panties and pump out even more precum. (I produce lots. “And you don’t have to eat too much, but it would be rude to not show up. Damien’s been very nice to us, helping us out with yard work and such. Show a little respect, Samantha.” She turned back around to continue fixing up, signaling the end of the conversation.I made my way back up to my room, dread settling heavily over me. He wouldn’t mention it at dinner, not while we were all eating – would he?Back in my room, I sat for a moment on my bed, staring anxiously at the fallen curtains. I.