”“Oh, come on!” Lauren said, her anger returning, but for a different reason.“You asked for the truth, and this is it. Just, please listen, an...d let me explain If you still want to hit me, call the police, or whatever when I’m done, I won’t try to stop you.“Fine ... But next time I’m using a cricket bat” she said.I could see she wasn’t entirely joking about the bat, but I took the attempt at humour, dark as it may be, as a good sign. I felt some relief at the fact that she had discarded the idea. "I don't believe I've ever tasted finer."Meghan blushed and accepted their praise gratefully.When Ken returned from the kitchen, he poured everyone a fresh glass of passion tea lemonade and then sat back down in his chair. When Meghan finished explaining to Gertie the particular combination of spices she used in her bruschetta, Ken spoke up, trying to turn things to a more serious topic. "So," he said. "I understand that there is ... uh ... some sort of important conversation that is to take. Then I pushed her head into the dick cummed in her throat, and closed my eyes until the last drop is out. She puked immediately, but liked it. After a while my dick ready again to give another shot, this time I told her I wanted to fuck her. But, she was not ready for the fuck and said she will do anything to satisfy me except fuck. She did not let me touch her underwear also. I felt disappointed a little, but respected her and we continued with the kissing, licking like lovers. This continued. She surfaced six feet away from him, laughing now, knowing a breast had slipped from its cover, then watched as her brother's eyes latched on to her dark, hard nipple. She took her time covering her jiggling orb, even stretched her nipple before slipping it under the yellow cloth."Much nicer than Cathy's," he finally said.~~~~~~A powerful thunderstorm blew in off the ocean late their second night at the cottage, one of those summer storms that can deliver a deluge of water in just minutes."Poor.