The older woman said something in Vietnamese so the girl looked down and said, "No father."I looked sternly at the old woman, then said to the younger... one, "Every child has a father, so who is the father of this one." Miss Maxine, I know who you are, everyone does. Please the father is not a good man. We do not want him in her life. It is best that he does not become involved." I will look into this and if the child is better without him, I will work out something for her. If he needs to be in. I heard her say before I felt her lips wrap around the head of my throbbing cock. I slide my tongue up her hot pussy and heard and felt her moan as she slid her lips up and down my shaft. She took my cock with one hand wrapped around my shaved aching balls, feeling her massaging and squeezing them as I felt her take my 5.75 inch shaft easily to the balls. I moaned and she moaned. I tongued her outer shaved lips then slid my tongue up her pussy and teased her ass as I felt her spread my legs so. Tight jeans, really too tight. I’ve been told that I have a nice ass. I don’t really know, you be the judge. I just wanted him to notice me. If he did, then, well I don't know really, what I would do. Today it was hot out, a Georgia summer, you know. I wore a pink tank top with Spaghetti strings and a pair of loose-fitting cutoffs rolled up as far as I could get them. The legs fit very loosely, and since they were rolled up, the pockets hung out. I was not in a hurry, the day was almost over. I'd set the alarm for 6:30 to give myself plenty of time to wake up and get the vocal cords working, but I actually was awake at 5:30 and by 6:00 I gave up all efforts at sleeping and got myself in gear. I was doing exercises by 8:00, trying to loosen up as much as I could. A little after 9:00 I was ready to leave; no unexpected traffic jam was going to make me late for this.Asmedogh had been riding my shoulder most of the morning, which gave me some needed confidence; it had been his doing, I.