Even in this relaxed attire she still looked like she couldhook any man out there. Yeah, swollen lip and cut over the eyebrow shestill was drop dead ...gorgeous.Her hair? No long impeccably styled, but in a cute ponytail. I hate youMs. Brazil. Which was the flag on her t-shirt and while I may not be aworld traveler I could tell the flag on her shirt was Brazil's. Justdon't ask me to read what was on the damn shirt.I pointed the remote at the TV, but stopped when the picture showed anumber of. She was so beautiful. I loved her so much I felt I was falling in love with her. This was more than just b*****rly love. I loved her at a much higher level. I looked down at her naked body and could see her legs wrapped behind mine. My cock and her pussy glistened with our wetness and my cum. I could see how my shaft disappeared between her pussy lips and her clitoris was hard and sticking up. She was breathing heavy still. She ran her hands all over my body enjoying the feel of it. “Are you. “Are you ready for me to do one, he asked?” “Sure, I’m ready.” Good gosh, I thought. Am I crazy? He poured a shot glass of tequila and placed it on my flat stomach. Then he licked the salt from my tummy, threw back the shot and then took the lime from my lips. He lingered on my lips a bit more than he should have but I was totally into it by now. “I’d like a shot too. How about returning the favor?” So I spread some tequila around his nipple, poured a shot, put salt on his chest and licked. I’m used to it.” “How are you able to hold yourself back like that?” “I don’t see you as some drunk chick that’s an easy score, like most the other guys, I see you as a close friend, or a sister.” Mark could feel a smile creep on her lips even though he wasn’t close to her. Becky says, “Please come by later. I want to talk to you in person.” “I’ll try.” He closes the cell phone and goes to his door. He unlocks it and walks out, a fist comes flying at him, his father’s, he dodges with ease and.