“Turn over,” Mila ordered. Did her hands only linger over my cuts and bruises? “Mila,” I said. After rubbing herself to a second orgasm, she almost fell down on top of me and lay on me looking down at my face, her hair a curtain around our heads, out breasts squashed together, her throbbing vulva pressed against mine. The sensation was so strong that I almost convulsed. “It’s not as though I haven’t seen you naked before, you know.”
Not altogether willingly, I took off my T shirt and shorts. Mila got me over my car phobia enough that on the last day of her visit we went out and bought me another car, a small hatchback with manual transmission, but I learnt to drive on a car with manual transmission and I have no problems with it. Sometimes I see Amanda around. ******************************************
“Know what we’re doing today?” Mila asked after breakfast. She went behind me, and then I felt a trickle of liquid down my spine. “Is Juliana, who said she can’t even get wet any longer, getting turned on?”
“Come on,” I heard myself whine. I was so wet by now that I felt my vaginal fluids trickle down my perineum. “I can’t even get into a car. I’m going to die now.”
I haven’t any recollection of the actual crash or much of
