Hearing this, he pulled his finger out of her ass and stopped licking her clit. “Why did you stop?! I was almost there! Fuck me, please!” She plea...ded. As he was about to answer her, a deep voice came from further back in the back yard. “We will fuck you, you dirty slut." The backyard was mostly covered in shadows, the only light was coming from the kitchen window, and this only lit up a small portion of the patio where the hot tub was. Zoey squealed and shot across the hot tub and cowered. She washed her breasts and winced, her breasts ached and the nipples were still tender. She quickly rinsed, trying as much as possible to avoid brushing against her breasts with the rough sponge. Raising a foot out of the water, she squeezed the sponge down a shapely leg until she reached her ankle. She noted the fading lines around her ankle and wasn’t at all surprised. She thought it wasn’t so bad being ‘marked,’ and smiled at the thought. She quickly finished washing and rinsed off a few. After dinner, we went to a bar that has a dance floor and a live band. They were OK, but I remember thinking that I might change some of the chord progressions they used. Still, they were fine for dancing, and as we cruised around the floor feeling the grace of smooth muscular interaction we noticed the escalating warmth of each other’s body. With her cheek against mine, it was impossible to see her face directly, but the careful study I conducted earlier at dinner was now paying off as I. She always waits until her mother is occupied and the kisses have gotten long. On Thursdays when her mother isn’t around Alicia kisses me more often and when she goes to bed our kisses last a good five minutes or longer and I cup a breast while I kiss her too.Then last Thursday Alicia took a shower and came down in a towel to get something. Well the towel wasn’t anywhere near big enough. It was bigger than a washcloth but it sure wasn’t our normal bath towel. Anyway it conveniently fell off.