Tara kept her luggage, out-of-season clothes, and a variety of boxes of old books and other junk in here. What a pack-rat! The door out of this room... opened into her walk-in closet. From there, we were in her bedroom. It was actually pretty “girlish,” decorated with lots of pink, some huge old stuffed animals, and a collection of photos, ribbons and trophies from her early teen years when she used to jump horses. It also had a king-sized bed.The room next to it was her living area. There. The knee pads, silly! i’ll take them! i giggled and put him back in my mouth real slowly, just the head, mmmm, sweet, sweet head, i loved his cock. he just moaned and kept breathing hard. i took him out of my mouth again and started licking him like a cat, long slow licks all over the shaft of his cock, rubbing it, loving it, giving it little love bites, mmmm my love, a sweet, beautiful cock in my mouth, me worshipping it, love, love, love. he started saying fuck, under his breath as i loved. .but… Mrs. Kendall…’ he stuttered, but she cut him off knowing that he was only desperately trying to comprehend the situation at hand. ‘You’ve been a naughty little boy Stanford, and now mummy is going to punish you’. A look of angry disbelief started to form on his face…. So she quickly added, ‘Or perhaps you’d much prefer to explain to Mr. Kendall what you were doing to his daughter in the office’. He lowered his gaze to her puffy mound and once again slipped into lusty covetousness. He. She looked extremely serious when I said that, and just held my arm and squeezed. “Cool. You OK? Rested?”“Working on it. Now, thanks to you, I have an excuse. Thank you for coming back with me. I’m really glad we did this. Tiffany, thank you for crawling into my bed last night, too. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone close to me, and it felt good. Really good.” She looked at me and grinned, nodding.When the tour was done, we went back to my office, I’d been in dad’s office for a month.