My father was an electrician; I say was, because he started a business on his own subsequently, while my mother is a teacher in the secondary school i...n our town. My first years of childhood passed in extreme poverty, because my parents wage wasn’t enough to cover the mortgage of the house and the family expenses (may be now is the moment to mention that I am not the only child in the family, I have a younger sister called Amanda, but she is another matter). I was around 13 when my father quit. “First you have to suck my tits, then you have to lickme and while you are licking me I will tell you abouttonight. That’s if you want to hear it.”“Yes I do… please, yes… tell me about you andKarl.” Her hands went to her breast and she lifted onethen the other out, my mouth dropped open at thesight. The original three ‘love bites’ were alongsideanother five or six, accompanying them were someimprints of his hands on her tender white flesh. ’ The street was busy, many of the cars slowing as they passed the women standing on the corners. It took about 20 minutes, but a car stopped beside her and a man in the passenger seat rolled the window down, another driving looking on. ‘Hi there gorgeous. You looking for some company?’ he asked. Cynthia answered with a question of her own, ‘That depends. Just what kind of company were you planning on being?’ ‘The financially advantageous kind.’ ‘In that case, I’m really lonely right now. What. In the silence, I could hear the soft sound of her fingers sliding over her pussy lips.She started to writhe on the bed a little, and the covers slipped tantalizingly lower. Suppressed whimpers bubbled from her lips, and I wanted desperately to wrap my hand around my cock. It felt as if it was going to burst straight through my pants. I knew that to move a muscle was to end the wondrous vision across from me, though.A gasp escaped her - the loudest sound she'd made so far. She kicked off the.