I circled one fingertip around and around into Mom's navel, then moved my hands up into position below Mom's breasts.I made the move, cupping the roun...dness of her tits, my fingers folding lovingly around their perfect curvature. My cock lurched in my pajamas. Quickly, I moved my fingers up to explore Mom's wonderful nipples, unable to resist flicking them up and down with my thumbs before adding a finger to pinch, roll and tug them. There was the briefest flicker in Mom's playing but she. Soon the two of them were standing side by side while Mr Maxwell gave "little Carol" a severe telling off, then had her bend over his desk, and told "daddy" to take "his daughter's" panties down, and then stand watching while Mr Maxwell gave her an eight stroke caning. Then Mr Maxwell had David remove her panties completely and Carol was sent outside to wait in the hall, "hands on your head, girl," while Mr Maxwell had words with "her dad".David emerged five minutes later looking pale, and told. Nearing her, he spies over her shoulder. Her hand is working furiously, the other has an iron grip on her breast, under her shirt, her hips bucking in the chair. It’s almost too good a sight to interrupt. Almost. Leaning over the back of her chair, he breathes gently against her neck. He feels her tense up, but she doesn’t stop. A smile spreads over her face. His hand slides over her collarbone and enters her shirt from above, grasping her free breast in his fingers, kneading. He hears and. I was even more surprised. She was very young, I think she was fifteen years younger than me. But she was beautiful and very attractive.And yet she invited a strange man into the house so at one's ease and simply.In the house was nice and cozily. When we came in it was seems nobody was in the house.I came into the living room and sat down in an armchair.Walking around unknown city wearied me really.The young beauty went to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches to me and I was looking around.