Then the cock throbbed, and the guy came in my mouth, he pulled his cock away, a final ejaculation hot, jetted onto my face. A soft mouth replaced the...cock, a tongue wormed its way into my mouth. I opened my eyes, to see Marta. She pulled back, smiled, and kissed me again. I had never been into women. Sure when I was a teenager I’d experimented, hasn’t everyone. Marta was gone, gone to be fucked next to me. The cock was still being rammed in and out of me. It felt so good, so hard, so big. I. She took particular delight in styling her mother’s hair when called upon to do so. She was studious having read all the classics, recently moving onto the ribald such as Fanny Hill (memoirs of a woman of pleasure) and Lady Chatterley’s lover. Reading was a pastime she picked up from her mother when she was younger. Often the two of them sat reading in their library when Katrina would ask about humans, finding them fascinating. She thought it was ‘pretty cool’ that her own mother was once. Her knees quivering, she emitted another moan as she tried to sit up enough to pull her breast away from my devouring mouth but failed. Finally, in desperation she pushed herself free using all the strength she could. It was her undoing, for the very same momentum she had created to pull her now tortured breast from my mouth sent her pelvis uncontrollably backwards impaling her swollen pussy completely onto my throbbing penis."OHHHH GODDDD!" she said as her pussy spasmed around my cock and. ‘Let’s head back to the hotel,’ he said softly. ‘It’s a little… exposed here.’ I understood his meaning. Clearly, a non-familial love was forming between us, and for us to show our illicit affection for each other in public could create great problems. ‘Yeah,’ I agreed quietly. ‘Let’s go back to the hotel.’ ***** Throughout the drive back to the hotel, we maintained a comfortable silence, but it was clear that something was brewing between us. We may as well have been tied together with a.