She grazed my side with her head telling me someone was coming. I thought of the cloud of dust I saw up on the mountain. If that was a car it would no...w be near. I wondered why, for Guy, my supplier, was the only one ever visiting me every half year and he had done so only two weeks ago. I didn't give it another thought. Someone would come or not. Not having to undress I showered and laid myself down in the generous tub. The water caressed my fatigued muscles and surprisingly I got a boner as. It all felt so untamed and primal. The suffocating, humid, summer air, under the black night sky, embraced us, as we acted like bronze age pagan peasants on our honeymoon.Suddenly she pulled her mouth away and tripped me. I fell backward, looking up. Banging my head against the ground temporally suspended any anxiety I still had. The grass and dirt were tickling the back of my neck. A split second later, I was stunned, was she going to kill me?She mounted me and smashed her bare milky breast. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I checked it and it was a text from Quisha saying she had ditched Ricky’s bitch ass at the spot they were at. I think that was the smartest shit she did in the last year. That wasn’t her baby’s father and I ain’t the nigga to judge but shit as annoying, manipulative and full of shit my baby sister is she shouldn’t have hooked up with that weak of a nigga. She could hold her own in a fight, I taught her to. But that’s a whole other story. I grinned at the. To be fair to my man we share another female sometimes which we both enjoy.” I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience.By now Roger has me leaning with my back against the wall as he slides my g-string down to my ankles. His tongue is doing wonderful things to.