One glimpse at her face was enough. She wasn't kidding. She wanted me.Lifting my body from hers I looked with appreciation at what I could see. Pale s...kin, great smile, wonderful breasts, slim stomach. Looking further down, her body flared to her hips, and a dark bushy thatch introduced her widely spread, vividly pink, most welcoming private parts.There's a temptation to describe this part of her body as her vulva. Or her vagina. Or any number of other terms. But given the circumstances, I think. Mark grabbed a camera, sat down on the bed beside her and slapping her on the pussy really hard told us to have fun! On the table beside the bed was the bottle of pills and a black marker. Mark wanted us to keep score of how many fucked her on the wall by the bed for some reason. There was a price for us getting to do this though. We had to help him clean up the mess before she woke up. No problem.It didn’t take a minute before I was pounding away on that pussy and someone else was straddling. ‘You are a synthetic?’ ‘Yes.’ The word is synesthetic, but never mind. ‘Could you explain to us what that means? Senses mix, right?’ ‘Yes.’ Best kind of interviewer – answers his own questions. Less syrup and I’d be happy. ‘I’ve been told that you choose your moves on basis of which move would smell the best?’ ‘Yes.’ It’s way more complicated than that, but this is what I usually say.. ‘Well, it seems to work for you. I’m sure your fans in Sweden will be delighted with this victory.’ ‘Yes.’ All. I said I have a GF.She said that my GF is not here and you need to relive yourself every now and then. What would you do for four months. I said this is not right. She said its we who decide what is right and what is wrong. I was blank for few seconds from what was going on. Thats when she grabbed me and kissed me. When I came to my senses my tshirt was already off and she was kissing me. I asked her to stop but she was too engrossed to listen to me. Her lips were so soft i just couldn’t push.