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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered 
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. 
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such 
material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then 
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Chapter 35    
    
Gustav called the next morning, suprising Lauren since it was     
usually Elizabeth's job to deal with household matters. He stated, in     
a very business-like manner, that Lauren had been given control of     
settling all bills, household accounts, credit cards and would be     
contacted by their bank in the next few days for specimens of her     
signature. He had also written to her to outline what they thought     
were the best routes out of the country if trouble struck.    
    
Twice he launched into a speech of how grateful they both were,     
how special Lauren was to them, and how they were delighted to     
have her in the family. Lauren felt touched by his remarks, although     
was embarrassed by the end of his second monologue, wishing they     
could discuss more mundane matters. Gustav gave her a brief     
update on the election, realising that she would not be able to     
follow the news in Spanish. He and Elizabeth would be traveling to     
Geneva for talks in two days, but would call before they went and     
let her know when they would be back.    
    
She had only just rung off when the phone rang again. It was her     
mother, the line perfectly clear.    
    
"Well, how are you?" asked her mother, clearly pleased to speak to     
her.     
    
"Fine. We're all fine." What else was there to say? She was hardly     
going to tell her all the detail on the news, although she was fairly     
sure that CNN would have broadcast it around the world anyway.    
    
"Dear, I have some sad news, I'm afraid."    
    
"What?" She dreaded this. Early in the conversation, clearly why     
she had called. Perhaps father was ill, or her brother. Three     
thousand miles from home.    
    
"Jim's been in a car accident. Seems he was pretty banged up.     
Happened last week"    
    
"How is he?" The truth sank in slowly. He was a very good driver,     
and Switzerland had tough driving tests and strict laws. Her chin     
trembled. She was determined not to cry.    
    
"Not good. I visited him in hospital. He recognised me but his jaw     
was sort of fixed." Her mother's voice wavered, Lauren catching     
the emotion.    
    
"I'll write to his Mum, she can forward the letter"    
    
"That would be nice, dear. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. He's been so     
miserable since you left, you know"    
    
Lauren frowned. "How do you know?"    
    
"I spoke to his mother"    
    
"Ohh, yeah!"    
    
"He's such a nice boy, Lori. Such a good friend to you!"    
    
"Mum, he's just about the one and only boyfriend I ever had." Her     
sorrow turned to anger, a hard lump in her throat hurting as her     
breath shuddered with pent up tears. "We both agreed that we     
would be free to do whatever we wanted while I was out here!"    
    
"That Claudette has been spreading more rumours, you know. I just     
don't know what to say" Ever since high school, Claudette had     
insisted that Lauren and Nikki had been 'partners", as she insisted     
on terming it. Her mother picked up the rumours in the village and     
strenuously defended her daughter. But Lauren knew it was     
difficult when her mother was ninety-five percent convinced that     
Lauren and Nikki had been lovers, not for a matter of days but     
years.    
    
"She can say all she likes. I really don't care" A tear fell to the floor.

She covered the receiver as she sniffed.    
    
"Lori, just be good, right. Look after those children." The     
implication hurt beyond measure, calling into question her     
competence. She dearly wanted to tell her just how strong she had     
been, how she had rejected, fended off temptation. But she was     
crying now, her mind tortured by the unkindness of Claudette's     
gossip and her inability to retaliate or even defend herself.    
    
"Is Dad OK?" she stuttered.    
    
"We're all fine. I'll write to you tomorrow, OK?"    
    
"Hmm, OK. Bye"    
    
She ran to her room, through into her lounge and stared out of the     
window, seething, shaking at the injustice of life. Her gaze took her     
thoughts over the horizon, almost due east, and hoping that she had     
suddenly been blessed with supernatural powers, imagined a bolt of     
lightning striking Claudette dead.    
    
Chapter 36  
  
Lauren had barely stuffed the plates and cutlery from the evening   
meal into the dishwasher when the patio door squeaked open.   
Lauren glanced at the clock in the kitchen, wondering if one of the   
staff had returned for something. Emma skipped off to answer it,   
and Lauren was surprised to hear her high-pitched delight and the   
voice of Felix. As she washed her hand she smiled, hoping that he   
would perhaps stay for a while.   
  
"Hey, what's cookin'?" he asked, sauntering into the kitchen,   
followed by Emma who grinned at Lauren over his shoulder. "Hey,   
you look nice!" he said, admiring her pale yellow summer dress.  
  
Lauren grinned at the unexpected compliment and shot a glance at   
Emma. "Thanks! Not much, I didn't expect you tonight!" she said,   
clearly pleased however to see him. She smoothed down her dress   
so that it clung to her thighs. He sat down at the table, Emma   
quickly occupying the seat next to him, pulling her knees up against   
her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. Lauren had no   
doubt what was going through her little mind.  
  
"Hey, don't get settled. I was going to make some coffee"   
suggested Lauren. Her mind though was on the dress, and the   
feeling she had had earlier that told her to change for dinner and   
have a rest from the T-Shirt image. The dress was light, pure cotton   
and she always felt very comfortable in it.  
  
"Great, can we see the news?"  
  
"Yeah, let's take it into my little lounge, is that OK?" asked Lauren,   
thankful for a maneuver that would get them alone without Emma.  
  
"Course" said Felix. They carried their drinks off to the other end of   
the house and left Emma alone in the kitchen. In the back of   
Lauren's mind was a voice suggesting that she was making a bad   
move, but the thought of continuing her goal of one man, one   
persuasion outweighed any other concern as her shoes echoed   
down the cold marble hall.  
  
They settled on the sofa and sipped slowly as the local TV station   
once again brought bad news. Grain supplies had been halted, bread   
was not available even a hundred miles to the north of them, and   
the film clips showed mountains of food rotting in the hot sun   
because of a lack of delivery vehicles.  
  
More shots showed army trucks and soldiers unloading food and   
distributing it to the poor and needy. Felix and Lauren laughed   
together at the implausibility of the scene, hungry people lined up in   
an orderly fashion, quietly waiting for great packages of supplies,   
then thanking the soldiers courteously before walking slowly away.  
  
Remarkably, there were interviews with the government candidates,   
but none with the opposition. Nor was there any mention of the   
opposition platform, their issues or manifesto. Lauren cuddled   
closer to him, shielding herself from the onslaught of news that   
annoyed her sense of fair play.  
  
The lounge itself looked like a battlezone, with old newspapers and   
books lying over the floor. Lauren noted that two pairs of knickers   
lay down by the television that had been washed in the bathroom   
but hadn't quite made it to her drawers. Shoes dotted the floor.   
Finishing her coffee she rose and gathered the clothing, well aware   
that each time she crouched down her dress rose over her thighs   
and revealed her tanned legs. Perhaps that was the reason she had   
always liked the dress, along with the feeling that it hugged her   
figure at the waist and breasts yet retained the little schoolgirl   
freshness as she twirled in it.  
  
Felix put his coffee carefully on the floor by his feet and stretched   
out his arms towards Lauren, silently beckoning her as he sat on the   
sofa. She angled her head to one side enquiringly and slowly took   
the couple of paces across the floor, dumping the collected clothes   
in a new pile where they would not doubt lie untouched for yet   
another week.   
  
He smoothed the material over her buttocks and caressed the back   
of her thighs as his hands felt their way over her legs. She swayed   
as he pulled her closer, steadying eventually as he kissed just below   
her navel. Lauren took his head in her hands and murmured   
appreciation, feeling his lips and hands exploring her body. She   
clenched the cheeks of her bottom together, stretching in delight at   
the feeling of his attention.  
  
His hands slipped under the hem of her dress, gliding over the backs   
of her thighs and delving deliciously between her legs. His thumbs   
found the elastic of her knickers and he quickly lifted the material to   
allow his fingers entry and access to her buttocks. Warmth flooded   
her mind as she felt her arousal growing below. Felix pulled at her,   
twisting her onto the sofa so that his lips could seek hers. She   
pulled him closer, closing her eyes as they embraced gently. His   
insistent hands fluttered over the tight material covering her mound   
causing her stomach to reciprocate while their kisses became more   
passionate as his exploration grew bolder. He flicked at her lips   
with his tongue, pecking at her upper lip before turning his   
attention slowly to her neck and shoulders.  
  
She knew where he was going and was only too happy to guide his   
mouth over her breasts, down along her stomach and to feel him   
nuzzling against her hips. To her surprise and delight he lifted her   
dress and disappeared underneath the pale fabric, touching her   
thighs lightly as his warm breath marked his progress towards her   
damp pussy. His fingers touched so lightly that on occasions she   
thought she would giggle but her mind would allow no chance of   
interruption and she parted her legs and slipped down on the sofa to   
allow him easier access.  
  
His tongue found the elastic of her knickers and tried to push   
underneath without success. She then felt him push his hands   
underneath her bottom and start to tug at the material, success   
coming slowly as he pushed his tongue towards her pussy and   
swollen labia. Lauren allowed herself a glance between her legs and   
could only see the movement of her dress accompanied by the   
rustling of the material and the sound of his breathing. The   
sensation of being attended to by an unseen force excited her to   
such an extent that she brought her feet up onto the sofa and lewdly   
parted her legs, pushing down on her thighs with her hands to   
ensure he had maximum freedom.  
  
"I'm going to eat you out!" he said, gripping her thighs. Lauren   
opened her eyes again, surprised by his words and unsure how to   
respond. She was unused to discussion during love-making and was   
embarrassed by his commentary. She gripped his head and pulled   
him closer. He pulled her knickers down slightly more so that he   
could easily get his tongue inside her hot vagina. "Oh, God, you're   
so wet, and so warm"  
  
Lauren responded, cautiously, with a heartfelt groan, shifting to his   
ministrations as she felt his stiff tongue pushing inside her. "Mmm,   
yes!" she said, wondering what to say.  
  
"Oh, yes, you love that, don't you? Jeeze, you taste wonderful!"  
  
"Oh, Felix, don't stop, please!" she said breathlessly. Her initial   
inhibitions overcome, the discussion was just one other stimulation   
affecting her body. Part of her wanted to rip her dress off so that   
she could be totally naked in front of him, while another restraining   
force dictated that she enjoy the new sensation of being eaten while   
fully dressed. While she caressed her thighs lightly with her fingers   
he slipped a wet finger down from her pussy and circled her anus.  
  
"I'm going to make you come. God, you're so beautiful, so sexy!"   
The words had a heady sound to them and as he pushed into her   
anus her cares and reluctance vanished with his finger.  
  
"Oh yes, deeper. Lick my clit, please!" Her heart pounded at her   
words. She had never spoken in such a way before, not even with   
Nikki. But her orgasm continued to build as the warm, deep feeling   
of his finger grew and fed the wash of pleasure that built in the   
depths of her womb. "Oh Felix, I'm coming!" she shouted. He   
increased the rate of stroking in her anus and pulled at her clitoris   
with his lips before pressing hard against it with his tongue, circling   
and lapping as she shook uncontrollably. Pulling her legs back, she   
came with a wash of pleasure that made her want to laugh, her anus   
gripping his finger as she threw her head back against the sofa. He   
held on, licking and probing as she squirmed and reveled in the   
release of their loving, her legs snapping shut around his head,   
trapping him in the softness and warmth of her sex.  
  
"Oh, I can feel you coming on my tongue! Oh, that feels so good!"   
he mumbled, licking hard along the length of her inner lips, pushing   
the gusset of her knickers away as best he could. Lauren vanished   
in the warmth of her orgasm, pushing back hard against the sofa   
while squeezing her thighs together, sucking the last vestiges of   
pleasure from her trapped lover. His tongue pushed hard into her   
sweet sex bringing on a second wave of pleasure that wrapped and   
rolled over the first, making her anus pulse around his finger as he   
pushed further into her. She felt the palm of his hand against her   
buttocks, his thumb teasing at the entrance to her vagina. Slowly,   
her thighs relaxed their grip and she heard him breath loudly,   
coming up for air before he drowned in her pleasure.  
  
Lauren reached down, wrapping his head in her dress, guiding him   
away from her vagina and towards her thigh. His face slid against   
her, saliva and cum mixing over her silky tanned skin. He nibbled   
her, darting occasionally back to her labia, flicking at her as he   
planted delicate kisses. Lauren regained her senses, her heat   
pounding, leg muscles taut and complaining. She looked down and   
smiled to herself at the almost comical sight of a pair of trousers   
and two feet protruding between her thighs and beneath her dress.   
She recalled a centerfold from a magazine that her brother had   
'found', with a girl, dressed similarly, with her shoes on the sofa, her   
fine, tanned thighs spread. Perhaps that what the shoes were meant   
to signify, a rush to orgasm with no time for the preliminaries.   
Lauren recalled thinking how staged that picture had seemed.  
  
Her mind turned back to her man; she realised he was   
accomplished, aware that it had taken Jim almost two years of   
trying before he could make her come with his tongue. But this   
young man seemed to be able to do it to order, adding variety as   
well into the bargain. He moved his finger, pulling inexorably as it   
slid from her anus. The sudden sensation of heat glowed again   
within her, causing her to shudder slightly as he gripped her   
knickers and tugged. With her legs together they came down only a   
few inches before he stopped, emerged from between her legs and   
kissed his way back up to greet her.   
  
"You're so gorgeous!" he said, nibbling her breasts beneath her   
dress. The urge to rip her clothes off returned but instead she   
leaned forward and flicked the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged it   
off and knelt in front of her, presenting a large bulge and a probable   
damp spot next to the metal zip of his trousers. Lauren wrenched   
his belt to one side and allowed him to assist as his trousers   
dropped to the floor. She felt his cock beneath his underpants and   
confirmed the dampness beneath. Suddenly, with great strength, he   
gripped her wrists and held them over her head against the back of   
the sofa. Her breasts pushed hard against the thin fabric of her   
dress, making the buttons pop as he quickly revealed her white bra.   
He pushed the material to one side, allowing both breasts to burst   
out. His free hand went behind her back, pulling her towards him   
and he sank onto her nipples, licking and nibbling as she once again   
closed her eyes, wondering if she had any capacity left to orgasm   
that night. Her arms stretched above her head as he feasted on her,   
his ardor gaining as his stiffness rubbed against her leg.  
  
"Turn over!" he said, releasing her wrists and pulling at her hip. She   
obliged, feeling the coarse material of the sofa on her stomach and   
upper thighs. One hand found her breasts while the other caressed   
her stomach, exploring down further over her dress and under her   
knickers to her pubic hair. His cock nestled into the valley of her   
buttocks, still restrained by his pants but nonetheless hard and   
demanding. He pulled her further away from the sofa so that her   
buttocks were free and pushed his knee between her legs, spreading   
them further apart. "Do you have any oil?" he asked impatiently.  
  
"What like?"  
  
"I dunno, any Baby Oil?"  
  
"In the bathroom, on one of the shelves." Lauren realised that it   
was next to the gloves she had used on Lauren, but the thought   
trailed off as he returned and dripped the wonderful liquid over the   
taut area of her buttocks. She sensed his pants being removed and   
felt his cock at the entrance to her oiled vagina, amused by the way   
her knickers strained against his insistence. He rubbed himself along   
her length, probing her vagina and anus as he leaned against her,   
pushing her into the sofa. She turned her head to one side, vaguely   
aware of him behind her and his slippery hands as they explored her   
breasts. He rested the head of his cock against her anus and Lauren   
held her breath. She felt an exploratory finger again teasing her   
wrinkled hole, entering maybe an inch before turning and leaving.   
She was astounded. Nobody had ever taken such liberties with her,   
or been so forward or in such command. And yet it was giving her   
so much pleasure. She felt secure, safe with him and so infatuated   
with his style and willingness to experiment that she knew they   
were destined to try many new variations in their relationship.  
  
He pushed against the entrance to her vagina, splitting the lips   
slowly as she gripped his greasy length. Deeper he went, plowing   
into her firmly as he tweaked her nipples. Now he had found his   
target, he moved over her again, kissing around the back of her   
neck and licking her earlobes as his stroking began. His stroke was   
short but sure, pushing between her labia, into her vagina, pausing   
in the heat then pulling out all the way. Then returning, splitting her   
again, steadily, surely. Lauren slid her hands down underneath her   
stomach and gripped her thighs, cupping her pussy, ensuring that as   
he slid into her he found the target each time. She could feel the   
wetness as her fingers slid easily around his length, touching his   
balls at the end of each stroke. She caught her clitoris between two   
straight fingers and squeezed gently, sending waves of pleasure and   
increasing the expectation and the accompanying bubbles of   
excitement within.   
  
Suddenly, his strokes became insistent, random, almost painfully   
fierce until he stopped, catching his breath. She knew he had picked   
up the oil once again, confirmed by the warm trickle down between   
the tight globes of her buttocks. He withdrew from her pussy and   
re-positioned himself behind her, one hand spreading the cheeks of   
her bottom roughly apart.  
  
"No..." she whispered.  
  
"Shh!"  
  
Very gently, he rested his stiff cock against her anus, rubbing   
around the tiny opening. She could feel the muscles spasm,   
alternately celebrating and rejecting the intruder. He groaned   
quietly to himself, entering her no more than half an inch. Lauren   
felt the burning sensation immediately as the strong muscles were   
stretched apart. The moment of truth. Years of thought, fantasy and   
expectation distilled into a brief moment. Lauren had determined   
that it would feel just like a man's thumb inside her. Just as stiff and   
hard. Bathtime had offered the opportunity to experiment. Lying on   
her side, her dark hair trailing in the water, she had rested a leg on   
the side of the bath, giving her room to soap herself, teasing her   
anus with her fingers.  
  
Slowly, she had inserted her index finger, surprising and revolting   
herself the first time, wondering if she had done herself some   
damage. But at fifteen, revulsion had turned to curiosity, intrigue at   
the depth of feeling and the tight grip that her muscles had on her   
finger. At sixteen, she fancied she must have introduced objects into   
her anus as part of her masturbatory fantasies, slowly inserting her   
middle finger while she carefully pushed the beloved hairbrush   
inside her pussy. She knew definitely that she was eighteen when   
she had stayed at a hotel with her parents just over the border in   
France; on one of those hot, summer evenings, she had laid in the   
shower, squirting water with the shower head into her bottom, then   
dashed to the toilet, holding back as long as possible until she let   
the water gush into the pan.  
  
"Please, please be careful......" she whimpered, pushing her buttocks   
high into the air to lessen the pain.  
  
"Just relax. Relax your muscles!" he said, running his hand around   
her hip and over her oily thighs. She felt him kiss her shoulders, just   
as her anus admitted defeat and allowed him in deeper.  
  
"No, please!" Lauren dug her nails into the fabric of the sofa as her   
face screwed up in pain. She felt him easing out slowly, slipping   
away from her, leaving a void. Once he was all the way out, he   
again positioned himself at her entrance and pushed slightly, easing   
himself into her depths an inch. She gripped again, the feeling this   
time more severe, the expectation of pain overcome by the agony of   
reality. He pushed harder, gripping her hips with his hands, pulling   
her high into the air as his length plumbed her depths.  
  
Her fantasies with Felix had developed rapidly, the thought on anal   
sex with him occurring to her after their first sexual encounter. His   
long, thin cock seemed ideal to her, and the perfect tool to   
experiment with in relative safety.   
  
So Lauren was at a loss to explain the intense pain she felt, the   
feeling of tearing, ripping that accompanied his attempts at   
penetration. The devil in her encouraged further tests, while her   
natural defences screamed in alarm. Her anus glowed red hot, the   
walls of the dark tunnel stretching, sending any thoughts of pleasure   
into oblivion.  
  
"Felix, ....."  
  
"Just relax yourself!" he said, pushing very slowly into her. Her   
anus felt as though it would split in two, and Lauren was genuinely   
worried about doing permanent damage to herself. Summoning her   
courage, she rolled onto her side, quivering on the sofa, shaking her   
head quickly from side to side. "Hey!" he said, soothingly. "Sorry, I   
thought you wanted to try it." He curled up next to her on the small   
sofa and caressed her face.  
  
Lauren nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Mmm, I did. Or I do. I   
mean, I don't know, I just thought it would be, you know..."  
  
"Less painful?" he asked, returning her kisses.  
  
"Yes." She looked up at him. "It's so nice normally, so different."  
  
"I know, perhaps we'll try again another day, slowly and gently?" he   
suggested.  
  
Lauren didn't reply, simply kissed his lips and dwelt in the comfort   
of his arms. The novelty of having a house and a lover of her own   
had not worn off and she considered herself lucky at the age of   
nineteen to have both. Girlfriends back in Switzerland had talked   
about renting rooms in Zurich or Geneva, away from their parents   
for University courses and the delights of the night, but she had   
found it hard to appreciate the freedom until her own fortunes   
changed and she made her big trip west.   
  
Many of her thoughts in the previous few days had been centered   
on their relationship, her concerns that he would never stay the   
night, didn't want her to call at home in case she woke his mother   
who was ill. On the other hand, he made her laugh, made her feel   
secure, adult. And so what if half their relationship concerned sex.   
She had learnt a great deal in the past few weeks, the difference   
between Felix and Jim enough to make her wonder why she had   
gone out with him for so many years. Her train of thought caused   
her to wonder whether she was 'behind' other girls of her age in   
sexual technique. Perhaps that was why Emma was experimenting   
so much, perhaps such activity is considered normal at thirteen. She   
knew that although she had made love to less than five different   
boys, she still had many things to learn. At school, some of her class   
had talked - at length - about oral sex and sucking boys. She had   
never been able to work out why she had never sucked a boy. The   
thought didn't repulse her, she thought she would find it quite   
exciting. She just didn't know where to begin and was afraid that he   
would yelp in pain. Perhaps she would take the plunge next time.  
  
She felt his chest and worked her way down to his cock. He was   
still rock hard, slippery with the oil and his balls felt wonderful   
between her fingers. He slipped his hand around the taut globes of   
her buttocks and pulled her knickers further down past her knees.   
She slipped them off, making sure she threw them towards the   
bathroom, out of sight. The slipperiness of the material astonished   
her, raising her curiosity to such an extent that she quickly felt her   
pussy, her middle finger running along the length of her labia. Felix   
sensed her experiment and raised her leg, slipping it onto the top of   
the sofa, opening her. Lauren groaned with delight as her finger   
slipped inside her pussy. She closed her eyes, knowing that Felix   
was watching but not caring.  
  
Felix slid round and positioned his cock between her legs. Without   
ceremony, he pulled her finger from within and sucked on it as he   
plunged into her soaking vagina, slipping the whole length inside   
her as she arched her back and grabbed the sofa cushions once   
again, the muscles in her young body flexing, her vagina   
sypathising, tightening as she gripped his cock. She felt him bulge   
almost immediately, signaling the imminent orgasm. His stroke was   
sure, determined and regular enough for her to concentrate on her   
own satisfaction. She brought the leg on top of the sofa closer to   
her breasts, the other wider so that her foot touched the floor. Her   
surrender excited her as his penetration quickened. She reached   
down, playing with her clitoris, summoning her relief as he jerked   
and moaned frantically.  
  
"Oh yes, I'm coming!" he cried, grabbing her shoulders in   
desperation. She felt the hot stream of cum filling her, pulsing into   
her as his cock expanded and pushed against the walls of her   
vagina. His rhythm returned as he pumped, still spurting into her.   
Lauren raised her bottom, his cock rubbing against her clitoris with   
every slippery stroke, her climax on it's glorious way but still in   
need of help. He took her legs, pulling them up so that he could   
brace his arms behind her knees, then took up again with his sweet   
action. Lauren grabbed her feet, pulling her legs way back towards   
her head. She trembled with the thought of how they must look as   
he pummeled into the young girl, bent double on the sofa. She   
came, delightedly, guttural noises coming from her throat as she   
screwed her eyes tight. His cum oozed from inside her, dripping   
down her buttocks and onto the sofa.   
  
Their activity subsided as he collapsed onto her, easing her legs   
down either side of him while his cock returned slowly to its normal   
size. As he slipped out, Lauren reached down and ran her fingers   
over her pussy, scooping up a generous trail of cum. She smiled,   
attracting his attention, and wiped it over her breasts. Felix gazed at   
her in astonishment as she pouted sensuously, licking her fingers as   
though in a cheap sex film. His cum tasted of very little although   
the consistency surprised her with its thickness.  
  
"Wait!" he said, smiling. He slipped to the floor and turned her   
towards him, parting her legs slightly, a little unsure of her reaction.   
His tongue found her thigh and traced the short path to her vagina.  
  
"Oh Jesus, Felix!" she said, watching him, cleaning her pussy with   
eyes closed. She lay back, opening her legs, sure that he would   
realise that she was very sensitive. He lapped at her pubic hair,   
avoiding her clitoris. Slowly, he rose towards her breasts and   
cleaned them before kissing her fully. Together, they tasted their   
love making and basked in the warmth of each other until Felix   
made his apologies and dressed.  


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