Her hands found my chest again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a tingle as the cool air ...rushed over my warm skin. She pulled the shirt higher and higher, and finally we were forced to break off our kiss as the shirt passed over my head. As soon as it was on the floor, we kissed again. Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and. I rolled and twisted away from her grasp. When shemoved to chase me, I jumped up and sprinted. I wasquick, but she was quicker. When she caught me, wewrestled and she soon had the upper hand. Before I knewit, I was engulfed in her strong arms and squirming toescape.I was struggling and giggling and calling her names. Iwasn’t good at cursing, but I was getting better beingaround her. When I called her a slut, her mock rage gothigher and her arms squeezed the breath out of me. Even though. She dresses as does Nick."Nina." And my oldest brother does not object?" He will be enjoying Salomé."She giggles. "A fair trade. I don't know who will get the better of it." Me either," he chuckles.She leans into him and kisses him, their first. Not a lover's kiss, but one of friendship and thanks and of goodbye."We will be asking them to join us when we leave," he admits to her when she begins guiding him back to the village."And Piet?" Yes." I will miss them. I will also envy them." Not as. This time I gave him a much more coherent answer, telling him, yes, I did like it. He then asked if I had ever been fisted. I paused a moment before answering his question. I told him that no, I had never been fisted before and he asked if I wanted to try it. My reply was that yes, of course I wanted to try it. I love trying new things and this was definitely new. He spent the next few minutes attempting to stick his entire hand into my wet pussy. I had never felt such a sensation, the pain and.