Moving you slightly backwards we lay down on the bed, I kiss you deeply and my hand slips between your thighs. Sometimes I love to feast between your ...thighs, drink on the sweet nectar that oozes from your pussy, but tonight you are so hot, wet and slick, I know that I must enter you now. The tip of my cock presses at your pussy and you groan with pleasure as it glides effortlessly inside. I feel the tip reach the end of your cunt and pause momentarily, a few gentle movements in and out and you. She rarely drinks in the afternoon and we had polished off two bottles of wine before we had even finished the meal, so we were both more than a little tipsy even before coming to the pub for a beer."Are you feeling all right?" I asked her.For a second she just stared at me, her mouth open, not seeming to register what I was saying, then she sat back down opposite me. "I'm fine," she said, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. She was obviously excited about something."What. He’d been the boy from the wrong side of the tracks my daddy would have had heart failure over. His name was...“I remember you now.” I say.“Do you?” He smiles and wraps his coat around my shoulders.“Lucian Martinez.” I take another drag from the nearly spent cigarette and stub it out on the concrete wall. “You changed your name.”“Oui. Ain’t no good being Cajun here,” he says, his soft patois giving me a shivery thrill just like it did when I was in high school.“And you lost the Creole,” I. This would also work when he has friends around or even when we are out.’Not only was Kimberley the best looking girl John had brought to the auction she was also proving to be a creative, wanton, strumpet who was exceeding all of John’s expectation. He was interest to see how long Kimberley could keep the ideals coming.‘You’re beginning to impress me keep the ideals coming.’Kimberley’s first wave of ideas had run dry and she desperately wanted to continue to please her tormentor. After a short.