Check! Sense of humor. Double-check! And she loved me. And I loved her back.And now she was turning me around, soaping my back, going after me with a ...ath brush. She set the brush aside in favor of a cloth to do my ass, and then the cloth was too much as she giggled. Soapy hands and an inquisitive mind and heard a giggle behind me and a soapy finger insinuated itself between my buttcheeks."I'm being violated," I said.Giggle. "Turnabout is fair play, sir." Ohgod, little girl, whatever gave you. This admission hadn't come freely from me. No, it had been wrung from me with great difficulty on Ellen's part, and great embarrassment on my own. Ellen and I didn't often talk about sex - we didn't need to, it was just something we did, which didn't require much collusion or planning - but on that occasion, fuelled by 2 bottles of wine and the November edition of Cosmopolitan magazine, we broke our silence. I'd stuttered and mumbled my way through a patchy explanation of how sometimes, in. I said it’s alright babe, come on…she let me do it..I put my finger in her virgin pussy, she was moving her legs and holding my hair and asking me to suck her nipples more she was enjoying my finger a lot and she held my dick which I took out while sucking her nipples.So she started playing with my dick and I was fingering her shaved pussy. I moved down and started kissing her thighs which made her more horny and I moved down her panty and opened her legs wide. I was surprised to see her very. However all the nice-looking local girls had left to – either to flee to the United States or to become whores of the high-ranking aid officials who hung around the city doing very little.On the day of the quake Oliver was drunk as a skunk. To be honest the whole thing was a blur to him. Several hours later when he finally awoke Oliver staggered out into the dust-strewn streets to see the scenes of devastation. In a shocked daze he tried to find out what had happened to his fellow Rouge Bears.