Like Hardcore most in my family, she is slightly above averagely tall. She has a thin shape, however, and she was a little late in developing her womanly forms - but she has, eventually. She is smart, sweet, and above else, a generally good girl. The second thing that's important to remember, is the setting in which the events took place. It was the fourth and last day of my visit to France, more specifically: a small village in the south, where my parents and Evelyn were celebrating their summer holiday. They had traded places with a friendly family that moved there some years earlier. It was a beautiful house, at the bottom of a hill, far away from loud noises and other types of shenanigans. It was quiet, the weather was great, life was just all good here. The last and arguably most important thing, was that a few weeks earlier, I had found myself a girlfriend. Not unlike many other new couples, a big chunk of the time we were together, was spent naked, inside and on top of one another. Sadly, she had had to decline my mom's offer to join me on my visit, but there was a positive side to that: if you, she had said the day before I left, can manage to spend the next five days without getting off, I will come over the second you return home, and let you do anything you want. The way she had emphasized the word "anything" made it both the easiest decision as well as five of the hardest days of my life, even without the stories that are about to be unfolded. Needless to say, on the last day of my trip, I was about to lose it. Not only had I kept myself from unloading for over a hundred straight hours, which for me was nothing short of spectacular, I also could not stop thinking about the next day, in my own bed, with the girl I liked most, possibly exploring new horizons - because I assumed that was what the "anything" was all about. Early in the afternoon, my parents took the car to explore a nearby town. That meant I would spend the day with Evelyn, which, under normal circumstances, would be quite a lot of fun indeed. In this state, however, that proved to be somewhat of a challenge. The ninety degree weather, the existence of a fully functional pool in the backyard and the generally accepted idea that girls, in the presence of a pile of water, tend to wear only the bare minimum of clothing, made it quite the challenge for me to keep thinking about the girl back home, instead of having unholy thoughts about my own sister - asian a challenge I officially failed when I walked back from the kitchen, carrying two bottles of icecold water, and I couldn't stop myself fantasizing about what Evelyn's reaction would be if I were to start peeling away her bikini bottoms from her perfectly shaped bum, and have my way with her in a manner so frowned upon, I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror for years to come. Obviously, such fantasies are best to remain fantasies, and a few sips of near-frozen water helped to keep them where they were, safely hidden deep inside my mind. It was only for a short duration of time, though, for Evelyn stood up and lowered her body down the pool's stairs. When she had accepted the fact that I was not going to join her, she swam a few laps, giving my brain a wide open window to oscillate between putting up images of my naked self inside either tits one of my girlfriend's entrances and ridiculously similar images involving Evelyn instead. As hard as it was, however, I had made a promise, and I intended to keep it. teen Little did I know that keeping a promise can still mean losing the corresponding challenge - but I was about to find out. To understand exactly what was about to happen, one final piece of information is of great importance. In all my clumsiness, I had entirely forgotten to pack my swimming shorts. Often, that could lead to awkward moments, but in my family, my mother has a tendency to solve any such issues before they have even started. In this particular case, she convinced me "not to be silly, just wear your boxershorts, we're all family here, you could be naked for all we care". It wasn't a bad argument, by a long shot, and since I had immediately fallen for it, I was now sitting on one of the two beach chairs, covered only by my underwear. The only thing neither my mother nor myself had taken into account, however, was the fact that while hiding excitement is hard enough for a man already when he's wearing jeans, let alone swimming trunks, it is next to impossible to do so in nothing but boxershorts. Add to this the fact that I had not been able to relieve myself of this excitement for more than four days, and one could begin to understand the situation I found myself in when Evelyn climbed out of the pool, picked up her magazine, and stood in front of me. When covering oneself up with a blanket is not an option, and neither is turning over on one's belly, there is only one thing a man can do: tuck it away to the side and hope it goes away quickly. That hope quickly proved vain, however. It was therefore that something I had feared much for the past two days - physical contact with Evelyn - was in many ways better than trying to hide myself from her. More specifically, if the middle part of my body would be under or beside her, I would not have to worry about any of this, at least for amateur as long as that moment would last. So when Evelyn challenged me to do one of the tests in het magazine, I was quick to agree, and quicker to invite her to join me. Contact like this is considered nothing but natural in our family, and so it happened that Evelyn put both her knees on either side of me, and made herself comfortable. As Evelyn started to question me, I became fully aware of the situation. My sunglasses allowed me to gaze anywhere without her taking notice, including her perfectly round breasts and, more importantly, that part of her body that I had pictured so many times over the course of the last few hours, and that I feared never to be able to get out of my head now I had noticed her wet bikini had started to glue itself to it, revealing the shapes of two perfectly symmetrical pillows, with in between, still invisible but easily imagined, the gateway to her forbidden heavens. Neither of this was of any help to the excitement situation. In fact, being in such close proximity of, and therefore continuously thinking about, Evelyn's - as of a few weeks - lady parts, had me so extraordinarily aroused that keeping the area in which most of this arousal was concentrated tucked away, quickly stopped being a solution to the problem, and in fact became a burden. In order to save myself from excruciating pains, I simply had to free myself. They considered him valuable property, and would take care of him. Holding her head still, he fucked her face, forcing her to swallow his spunk. Yes, yes, like that.” I shivered as her tongue stroked back and forth along the bottom of my crown. We both broke into gentle laughter. Conner took off the VR goggles and looked at us standing exactly where we had been when it started. “Are you falling asleep again?” Then I saw her face change as the realization set in. Hazel sighed, “Well, the cat’s out of the bag. I erupted. “Cernere's black fingers, I'll kill him!” A beautiful woman. My asian dead-on imitation of the greater krayt dragon’s mating cry was enough to stop the canyon krayt in its tracks. "Hey, that's no fair!" I grin at him, stroking his cock all lubed with my spit. They had been sent on a quest from a local adventurer’s guild to track down the fiends responsible for the disappearances of young men and women from Hardcore the town of Dragon's Maw. head and around her neck, his hand lifting her teen pony out amateur of the way so he could Minutes later she appeared in the doorway and every eye in the place turned to view the vision that stood there, then she started toward me. She had worn one of tits her purchases and it looked wonderful. When we’re going upstairs he wants to go up first; going downstairs he wants me to go first. It just happened to be my cock. “Hey girl,” one of the guys said, “I saw that little ring on your clit earlier, but how the hell did you get it on? Maybe you should ask one of your new friends. The lights came on briefly, as the music died, the club's announcer, Winds howled on, screeching and wailing out our windows as the grog house sat still. “Then hold me like you would a girlfriend.” Then the MILF's bowels rippled about my dick, milking me. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Maybe, too big.”