I assume you can trust her.”It suddenly dawned on her that she had told me about that last night. “Yes we can.”“So she came on to you, huh?”...“Oh, I told you that too,” she answered with a little surprise. Then she added, “What else did I tell you?”“Nothing other than she played with your pussy at the table. I know when you got home your pussy was a swamp,” I said with a laugh and saw my mother blush.“Are you mad?” she asked.“Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous. “What are you doing?”“I’m reading to my sister.”Rachel was quite curious. “Can she understand you?”“I don’t know,” Sam said. “Dad told me stories. But I thought I’d read an Australian story to Weena.”“Which one?”“Dot and the Kangaroo. I thought I’d read a few pages a day. There are twelve chapters.”“You’re weird. You know I read that twenty years ago. Weena’ll like it.”“I hope so. She didn’t cry at all.”“Do you have any homework?”“Did it already. It was stupid.”“You shouldn’t say that. Would. Well we’ll just see about that now won’t we?” My whispered words barely making it out my mouth before his mouth once again took possession of mine. “Yes we will.” He pressed me gently back onto the bed and covered my body with his. His tongue mercilessly probed the eager depths of my flesh, seeking control over me and taking it. His hands wandered to my breast where he released them from the constraining white lace bra. “White symbolizes purity. Tell me Gabrielle, are you pure?” His. "Marcy looked into my eyes and smiled as she said, "I love sucking your cock." You drained me," I sighed deeply."I'm sure that with your youthful recuperative powers that you'll be ready to go again tonight. Let's go to the bedroom."I walked behind her and watched her buttocks undulate under her robe. It was then I decided that I had to have her ass that night. First I would take care of her pussy again. Marcy dropped her robe and climbed in bed and with seconds I was in her pussy fucking her.