She unfortunately didn’t like the idea of their parents splitting them up or separating in the first place. Her older sister understood perfectly, t...hough. It was better this way. However, Maran and Kirsa were constantly being judged on their performance since their father was no longer in the picture. While Kirsa was away, Maran hadn’t seen her mother a lot, she was constantly working and made Maran make do with what she had. This grade issue was brought up every other week, if not more often.. She remained complaint but inanimate; she didn’t want to do anything that would enrage Kyle but she was repulsed by what he was doing to her. Kyle pressed his cock against her belly, enjoying the feel of his tender flesh against the gusset of her silky pantyhose. Michelle felt the heat of his phallus pressing on her stomach and her gorge rose; she forced it back which was difficult because Kyle was kissing her passionately.Michelle’s arms hung loosely at her sides and Kyle took her hand in his. Her hand barely held him and she was forced to use both hands in the manner of a small child holding an ice cream cone. Her pussy was wet and needed attention as much as her mouth and hands. She managed to still contain him as she crawled around him and seated herself over his face. She always loved this position… His hands couldn’t hold her or stroke her…but some compromises were to be expected. She felt him raise his head and his lips sealed against hers. He had a marvelous tongue… busy…. Her matching dress was a bit provocative, ending just above her knees. I leaned out of my chair to snatch a better view. "Ooh, what sexy legs!" I whispered to myself. Her slender legs were a pale cream, and she wore a pair of black, high-heeled pumps. My eyes scanned for a wedding ring: none! (like I had a chance...) Suddenly, the twinkle of jewelry caught my attention and my eyes were drawn to a golden bracelet circling her left wrist. Perhaps it's a family heirloom, I wondered. Ms..