It was Saturday afternoon. Grace was at her parents’ place for the weekend. She had come home late and exhausted after her adventure in the dunes on... Friday night. Morning had come and gone, she heard her parents moving around downstairs, her mum preparing lunch in the kitchen, her dad tidying the garden. Grace had woken up late. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. In the bathroom mirror she inspected the bruises on her breasts and buttocks and the redness that still lingered. " I don't remember saying that." Too bad."One more kiss from Amy and Marcus showed no resistance or attempts to move further away. He remained seated while she planted herself on his lap, planting more wet kisses on his lips, and guiding his hands towards her ass. He squeezed and fondled each butt cheek, feeling the threads of her denim shorts. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and Marcus lifted her shirt off, leaving only her bra. Amy quickly unstrapped it and tossed it aside, giving him a view. Maybe Roger can offer me some advice,” Matt mused.Matt’s parents were proud of him. They had worried that his writing would negatively affect his grades. They had also worried that having so many women in his life would cause his grades to drop.Carla assumed her customary spot while Matt wrote, and Sue used the roll top desk as both women started on their lists. Sue startled Matt when she called him to dinner. Carla had gotten up several times to do laundry or to bring him a fresh drink. Matt. I said, looks like you’re out of Gas. She uttered an Oh, I didn’t think of checking that.I can go get you some if you like, She excitedly replied would you do that? I certainly would appreciate it.I said sure, I’ll be back and headed toward my car. She called out to me, Bill, Can I go with you?Sure I said. As we headed to the service station, She moved her hand on to my thigh then moved it in and began rubbing. I didn’t say a word as I began to expand.She did though saying; this is awful nice.