The school was gradually run down and Agnes retired, finally using just two rooms in the rambling house as her own accommodation. These had, in more a...ffluent times, been the housekeeper’s quarters. The reason Agnes chose those as her living space was simple - the drawing room, one of the smallest rooms in the old house, was the easiest to maintain and most economical to keep warm.Margaret looked sadly round the building. A wealthy merchant had built it in 1793 as his family home. As with many. Finally, on a Friday evening, I ran into Tara and asked her if she had any plans for the evening. Mitch was working so it was the perfect time for Tara and me to hang out and chat about girl stuff. Tara didnt have any plans either and suggested we pick up some vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice and grapefruit juice to make sex on the beach. We each had a couple and after we smoked a little, the conversation flowed as if we had known each other for years. I wish I had the time to meet. He continued to pump his cock into her cunt, pushing his cum deep inside her until it went slack.Drained for the moment, he pulled his dripping dick from Carrie's gaping cunt and climbed off the bed."Don't stop!" Carrie cried out as her body shook uncontrollably. Hot, thick cream coated Daniel's long cock and I lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk.Carrie collapsed beside me in a sweaty, exhausted mess as Daniel's cock sprung free of her wet pussy and stood glistening above me. I wanted it.. It was actually a relief to have the object of my growing obsession and near constant torment out of the house for a couple of days. Still, several times that weekend I would jack off watching porn and shooting my load into my little girl’s panties. The next couple of weeks were pretty much the same routine, every two or three nights I would sneak into her room and masturbate staring at my little girl while she slept. Sometimes I would lightly caress her breasts or her panty covered pussy while.