”Alice looked up at Charles, “We will get as much as possible done and whatever is left we will sort out during the week when we get the time.” ...It was only a short walk back to their apartment and as they walked slowly along they looked through the windows of those houses which had yet to shut out the world. They made up short and quick stories about the things they saw, from children playing on consoles to the old women eating their microwave meal for one. As they got to the end of the street. Daddy went into my room and pulled out all my clothes then got the suitcase I used. He threw all my old clothes into it. "What are you doing?" You don't need Congdon clothes. I make the money and I want you to wear what I provide."I was very nervous now. Packing clothes meant leaving the house. I was able to get some clothes that suited the weather and some underwear. Dad was just throwing anything in the suitcase. When he was done, he took the suitcase with clothes sticking out the edges then. All this while she had been stroking my rod thick in her hands after removing the zip of my pants. Then all of a sudden she broke off the kiss and went towards the kitchen. I followed her and she stopped me in front of the kitchen saying that she had a surprise for me.I waited impatiently outside. After a while my beautiful Valsa aunty came, and with her she had got a big cake. I did not guess why she wanted that. Then she cut a portion of the cake and asked me to go with her to the kitchen. I. Marylou began to lick at the soft, smooth flesh of Rachel's inner thighs as she gazed at her pussy. Her tongue moved higher, slowly working up toward the foaming cunt slot for which her mouth was watering, but going slowly--hungry for the feast but not wanting to rush it, prolonging the pleasure of the anticipation. She also wanted to make it as good as possible for Rachel. This was the first time that Rachel was going to get her pussy eaten out and if Marylou did a good job of it, she knew.