She must be working hard to maintain that seductive figure. It’s not a story about how we met at first exchanged horny glances and fucked like there...is no tomorrow. This story is about scuffle, torture, war and at last the victory with a fuck.She didn’t even notice me entering the flat and went to her room. The first thing that came to my mind was what the fuck. I am sharing my flat with someone else and that too a girl. I couldn’t even enjoy the full privacy of living in the flat alone and do. He was sitting on the bed and I was sitting on the floor with my head in between his legs. I was flipping through the magazine. I kept leaning over and kissing his dick and giving his balls a lick. I asked where he got the magazine. He said that a guy in the park gave it to him. He said he talks to the guy once in a while and asked him about guys sucking dick. The guy said it was normal and happened all the time. He told the guy about me and how much I loved sucking his cock. The man suggested. "I'll bet they're fake, don't jiggle and have non-functioning nipples." They both laughed.Leaving a tip for the waiter they walked down the steps to the beach and headed to the nude area. When they got 50-yards away from the resort, where they assumed it was safe to get naked, they stopped under some palm trees, took their clothes off and put them in Gene's backpack. Liz took her brush out and fluffed up her bush. Her dark, luxurious pussy hair now sensuously swayed in the gentle ocean breeze.. Finishing my shower, i picked up my wet knickers and the woodlice on them and went back to my room. Carefully picking them off i put them back in the smartie tube,knowing they will be in their new home soon.Weekend over, it was back to school. I found it difficult to concentrate, my mind was still on the weekend and i could hardly tell anyone about it.During one of the lessons i found an article from the council which stated (Woodlice do not transmit disease or bite and are not considered to.