"See how good you taste," I whispered."Your turn," she said as she pushed me away and I rolled onto my back.I felt her hands on my cock, stroking it a... she moved between my legs. Facing me she began to lick along the length of my throbbing shaft. Her tongue swirled over and around the fat tip, purplish and swollen, and traveled along the thick shaft. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she opened her mouth wide and took me in, managing to take most of the seven inches in one stroke.She. I could feel my cotton thong drenched in my own warm juices. He shifted his cock lower, and I felt it sliding between my legs, then, rubbing my pussy. My legs nearly buckled at that. And then, feeling like a whore, I spread my tighs for him. Giving him full access and welcoming his cock. Like a real bitch in heat. i wanted his cock inside me.He pushed between my legs a few times, bringing me some warm pleasure to my pussy. Then his fingers pulled aside my white thong. I bent forward slightly,. .. it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those recipients don't send me junk mail now.This particular letter was a LETTER ... not some multicolored extravaganza promising the moon if I would only...FINAL NOTICETHIRD NOTICE. Inside here is still a boy who mostly had the best time of his life in the forest, alone.”Linnea wasn’t like any other girl or woman I had known. It was like she tried to read my moods or what I said and react accordingly. That, combined with the feeling that she was able to do some magic, worried me a bit. Or, in fact, quite a lot.“That’s okay, Stian. I didn’t know that ... which restaurant was it?”“Private Prospects, why?”Suddenly Linnea’s eyes were like saucers.“That restaurant ... that’s.