Badly. Wholeheartedly. She never uttered a word, but just opened her legs, leaned back on her hands and gazed at me. I slid my hands under her gorgeou... ass and kissed the insides of her thighs. She smelled great. Fucking delicious. I licked the insides of her thighs and kissed my way up one side of her shaved slit and down the other. She gave no indication of approval or interest for a long time, even as I swiped my tongue up through her slit. I availed myself of her pussy, wiggling my tongue. " So is nagging," Greg replied. "And..." He trailed off as Fiona crossed her arms. "OK when do I have the time, between your demands, working two evenings a week, homework and..." I am low maintenance!"Greg grunted. "You are very high maintenance," he replied instantly. "OK not with money, but with time and sex." His father coughed and Greg blushed. "Yeah, and..." We'll finish this later," the ferocious girl snapped and smirked as her boyfriend left the room. "I'll sort him out," she. Twenty more minutes saw us at the back -gate, which I opened, drove through and close. She, sat looking through the windscreen at the grey and wet countryside with mist rolling in thickly, before we struggled along the rough track to the “chalet” ½ a mile from no-where as my misses always says! If she was expecting a five-star hotel well she was wrong, the place was a grey painted porta cabin surrounded by grey swirling fog on a wet day, it was cool, to say the least, not having been used for a. I had strutted in on a pair of black Christian Louboutin patentpumps with 4 inch heels. My long brown hair was shinning and styled in awave cascading over my left shoulder. I was holding a little black satinFendi clutch which had my (male) id, a lipstick, mints, some cash and acredit card. Me and my three partners in fashion had made quite anentrance and were attracting a lot of attention. I just loved being atthe center of it all! I was adjusting my clip on platinum diamondearrings when I saw.