They were flying, on a boat, high above the only home she had known for years. “May I join you?” Came Obe’s husky voice and she nodded, feeling him sit with his back to the window, but so close his thigh was pressed to hers, she made no move to resist. XXX Are you always so impolite to question those of who’s household you impose on?” Amelia sounded slightly hurt, but she was stalling, seeing that the door was still unlocked, and inching sideways, closer towards it. He slid his tongue out and along her bald slit, pushing the folds open, his fingers catching them and holding her spread as his tongue explored, tasting her young juices, tracing the unique folds and dips and curves of her cunny, while she lay squirming on the bed.
