He held her tenderly, one arm locked around her waist, the other in her hair. His lips found the sensitive hollow of her throat and there they rested... as he regained his breath. Hanna felt them moving against her and she realized he was whispering something softly against her skin. “Mine….mine…mine…” Without warning Hanna was awake, no longer locked in her horrible, wonderful dream world. She sat bolted upright in bed, gasping for breath with her body on fire. She could still feel his rough. Claire was sliding down her pretty little boxers. She was naked. For the first time ever, he could see her body in all its teenage glory. She’d shaved. The skin around her little hole was pure. Her hands slid between her legs. Dave thought he was going to explode! One of her lean fingers disappeared inside her. Her face was a picture of sheer delight. Her finger re-emerged and she gently sucked on it. Claire seemed to be happily surprised. He groaned again, louder, as she did it again and. I could feel it grow hard in my mouth which was a big turn on. His cock was bigger then my boyfriends and it was all I could to shove the entire rod down my throat. Outside I could feel Heather sliding my cut of jeans down over my hips along with my panties. As my mouth worked on the dick that was in my mouth Heather buried her face between my ass checks, eating my asshole out. The more she licked the faster I sucked. It didn't take long before I could feel myself on the verge of reaching. Being with Jackie was all I could think about. If I’d had a piece of chalk, I would have been making hash marks on the wall in the bedroom. The empty place in the garage where Ralph’s car would usually be was filled with a silver BMW, Jackie’s BMW. I stood in the open door from the garage to the kitchen and watched her get out and slowly walk my way with a slight swish to her hips pausing only long enough to become barefoot. ‘Welcome home darling,’ I squealed. I felt like a c***d on Christmas.