His hands are everywhere. Every touch sends a shock to my aching pussy. Oh god. "We can't do this," I pant. “My family is right there." I look ove...r my shoulder and can clearly make out my family carrying on as usual, totally oblivious to the elicit scene developing just feet behind them. He smiles slyly. "Turn around." Should I? Can I? I want to, but this is just so wrong. Fuck it, I'm dripping wet so I turn around, my heart beating frantically as I stand in anticipation, arching my back as. Fortune favored that strange moment with several quiet as alone minutes with no other persons there to tend to a personal need.“Vandalia, you ever met her, well beware of her as she is someone who goes to the festival every time. She lured me to come and join her, and I did, discovering her beauty as weirdly erotic. Trust me when I say this, she is a Satyress, a real satyr, but female, she being very female!Silly as it sounds and unlikely, what she is…, does, did to me, her touch, her scent,. There was an impressive amount of stubble on his neck and face. The bristly hair accentuated his strong, square jaw, and especially the dimple dividing his chin. His eyebrows were thick, calling attention to his low forehead and the pronounced ridge above his eyes. The effect, very masculine, was softened only by the length of his eyelashes.Since his left arm was extended across the bed I could also see his armpit, where all his muscles seemed to come together in a gloriously deep and hairy. ”Jake glanced over. The two of them were definitely up to something. Petra was a senior in High School, and she was sexually active. He was fine with that in theory - hell, he made a point of leaving condoms in places she could discreetly get them - but somehow the girl still hadn’t gotten over her “bad boy” phase.Petra was really beautiful. She had pale skin, green eyes, bright red hair, and light freckles. Boys had noticed her early when she started growing, but now she was almost as tall as.