“Sit” I barked. “What are you-” I pushed his face and he landed heavily on the chair behind, not even bothering to respond to his protest I gr...abbed his chin, pulling his face upwards, forcing him to look me in the eye. My breath caught in my throat. Jesus, is he beautiful! Wide, questioning blue eyes, bordering on violet really as the daylight turned to dusk. Frankie searching mine for any hint of mercy. His nose was small and upturned, feminine, and his lips were large and full. I licked my. He had his fill playing with my tongue and then pulled my hair back as if to release his tongue from my mouth. Our saliva strings and drool leaked on our chests embrace. Before a few seconds could pass he lunged his mouth forward towards my nipples and started sucking them. As he bent forward to do this he bent his back a bit releasing his chest and nipples from the embrace. They dropped with sweat and oral juices while he sucked my nipple like a hungry lion cub. I held his bald head close to. Sam went to the bathroom with me and did a quick inspection of my sore butt. There were a few awkward questions, some long silences then, she put her arms around me and said, “Sweetie…I need some time with you. There have been days that I just wanted to roll around in bed with your little ass…there…it’s out!” we hugged, we kissed then, returned to the table holding hands.Sam wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world but, she was sweet as hell. Like Molly, she wasn’t chubby; I’d call her mildly. Porter started panicking as he felt his limbs shaking with helplessness.He heard the roar of an upset wastecat in the distance that clearly pierced the wail of the hurricane. The distraction was enough to redirect his panic into a solution. Both outcomes were unacceptable, which meant another means had to be found. He had been pushing back like one hand against another and one hand must give way. Porter bent his pushback right at the middle into a point and forced the wailing gusts to sheer off.