, but that meant not beautiful, or not sexy, or not perfect in the blonde-Barbi sense of the word ‘perfect’. I was offended. I didn’t say anythi...ng, but my mind started analyzing his verbalized opinion in contrast to what I saw when I looked at Cami. She was certainly the actual, if unspoken reason, I spent so many lunch-hours at this particular restaurant, (that and the great Mexican food they served at such reasonable prices). Cami was young, I doubt much older than 20 or 21. She was warm, and. Also, I need you to promise me something Patrick.”“Sure anything.”Claire took a deep breath and then coldly said. “You know what they’ll do if they capture us. They’ll torture and eat us alive. I don’t want us to die like that. So, if it looks like their going to find us. You’ll kill me, and I’ll kill you alright?”Patrick held Claire’s hand. His heart raged in his chest and a shiver ran down his spine as he replied. “I promise if that’s what’s has to be done I’ll do it. But I swear to you that. You also take the oil and slide it over her rosebud, pushing a long finger inside her there, the oil lubricating you nicely. Taking a small vibrator you insert it there, sliding it all the way in, ignoring the gasp that comes from her at the invasion. Leaving it inside her, you turn it on, and instantly the vibrating starts. She moans and arches off the bed. Without warning you hold onto her hips and plunge yourself into her depths. You can feel her muscles clench around you as you slide deep. "A G-string is about the sexiest thing a woman can wear. I love it." She smiled and said, "Somehow or other I knew you would like my G-string." "You found it, huh?" Donny asked. "Yes, and it was still wet when I discovered it. I was so flattered by the gift you left in it that I wore it that way all day long." The thought of her having that come-soaked G-string covering her pussy aroused Donny to even greater heights, and his cock jerked and throbbed in response. He was now practically panting.