“In there and make yourself comfortable,” Maria said to me, indicating a clean but shabby lounge. “I’ll get you a soda.”Maria and her mother... went into the kitchen. Ominously the door was shut behind them, but I could make out snatches of conversation through the door.“Maria, I want you to be happy. I want you to get married and give me lots of grandchildren. Why are you wasting time with that boy?”“Mama, he’s a nice boy. I feel safe with him. And I’m not ready to get married yet.”Maria. “I want to feel you soak my face. I told you this. Feel me reach under, cupping your ass, pulling you further into me. My face pressed so deeply inside your folds. My tongue deep inside your hole, my nose grinding against your clit. Urging you to come for me.” I yelp out a moan, growing closer. My fingers moving quicker over my clit. The need is so close. I can almost taste it, or would that be that can almost taste it? The thought almost makes me giggle, but I’m too wrapped up in what you’re. How the hell did she even know I was there? "Was not," I denied, smiling broadly. I wondered how shocked the neighbours might get if I took her from behind, just like she was, leaning forward on the wall. Damn. "Want breakfast?" Yup! I'm hungry. I used up too much energy last night. How come you don't have a pool?" What?" Look," she pointed, "lots of people have pools and they look so refreshing. I bet they're a lot warmer than the sea."I moved over to the balustrade next to her where she. It was a few weeks after I got my results and knew for certain I was carrying on at school. It’s a truly boring story, involving a shared bottle of cheap wine and a hasty trip for a condom. It’s not worth telling”He looked disappointed. “Instead, what I thought I would tell you about was my threesome experience.”“After school not much happened until I had a really intense and painful love affair in my first years at Uni that I am not going to talk about.” She paused, even twenty years later it.