Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus dir...ecting our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my monotonous school life a subtle romantic air: A la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust and the Eclogues by Virgil. For a short time I was so fascinated by Eclogue II in which the handsome. I was so horny, I couldn’t keep down a squeak of excitement as he began exploring the inside of my ass with his fingers. He shushed me, and reminded me that someone could hear, so I tried to behave. He played with my ass more, squeezing and rubbing with one hand while he fingered me with the other. I could only pant as I tried to hold back anything louder that might cause suspicion. When he seemed satisfied with my quivering, I heard him spit, and I looked back to see him rubbing his fat cock. " "I don't know! you're using such dirty language and you have no manners at all!!!"This drove her over the edge, "Shit you whore!!! Fine! Please fuck me!" Well that's a little better," I said, just before I laid her on her back and leaned into a deep kiss.She stuck her tongue down my throat fiercely, making me shove my tongue back in hers. I sucked her bottom lip gently then bit it just soft enough to make her moan in pleasure. I moved down her throat covering it in kis,ses, then I reach her. I took the moment to inch my way up the bed, resting my head face up on the pillow. My legs were spread a bit, and I brought the hand that was in Jess’s cunt up to my mouth and started licking it, but passed out again in the process. I barely woke up as Jess climbed back onto the bed from the foot of it. She crawled up and then lowered her body between my legs, resting on her side with her head on my pussy and a hand on the inside of one thigh. I was back to sleep as quickly as I had been.