Heather Lee 2

Arleen watched Melody from the sitting room, she sat on Melody's new leather sofa and picked fucked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the strings, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha's Beddingfield 'Unwritten' until she too fell asleep. Mornings comes early in Central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapes of Melody's sitting room. The door to Melody's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to rake her long dark hair into some semblance of normality. She left Melody's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said, "Don't think badly of Mel, she just isn't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did better at school too. Then there's that Thelma's straight, but Mel isn't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way." He said before continuing, "What time is your flight back to Nashville?" He asked. "I'm booked on the afternoon flight, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I'm not wanted." She said trying to comprehend what John's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel wasn't, meant. "Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can leave your equipment here if you like I'm sure Thel and Mel will look after it, it boobs saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few days again." John led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, mega and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship wasn't there like it had been with Melody, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the departure lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early. The flight back went without a hitch, she caught a cab home and was just ready to hit the shower when the phone rang. Naked she answered, "Hi this is Arleen." "Um hi Arleen, this is Melody, Did I catch you at a good time? I hope you had a good flight back." "You caught me ready to have a shower, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit strange?" Arleen asked. There was a brief silence on the other end, before Melody continued, "Oh sorry, I won't keep you then; no I'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have had second thoughts." "No I'll be coming up as promised, I never break a promise." Arleen replied. “Excellent!” I agreed as I made myself decent. I’d really fancied another session with the ‘fucking machines’, but daddy was more important. “I have work to do.” Her flesh massaged my thrusting fingers. I didn't mind. IN YOUR DREAMS!” All this peace crap that they were going though was enough to make him want to vomit. He traced his hand over his mom's stomach and her hips, covering her in foam and washing off the dried mega cum from the night before. I licked my lips and arched my eyebrows at her. And under that skirt, my legs are wrapped with a thigh high thin white socks, wrapping my legs. Would a virgin fall into your bed so quickly?” I could see the cock that had violated me swinging between his legs as the handler left the room with him. “It’s just like it was described in the stories and like I have imagined it to be in my dreams. God she hoped it wasn’t humiliation. All through her gigantic orgasm I just kept up my licking of her slit. If I can’t get that, then I can’t in good conscience join. I took the length I could down my throat once again, savoring it like honey. He bends down and kisses me heavily as he picks up speed and starts to drill my pussy. It was many minutes later, though, before my multiple orgasms finally subsided. But since it was Emma, my younger sister, I felt comfortable with the idea. I watched him smoothly calculating if I would have a fight on my hands. fucked You need the hard, hot type that boobs shoots that wonderful cream inside you.”