Then I’ll tell you how I feel. As I smoothed my hand up her skirt, she turned her head away. Her thick black hair hid her face. Yet she didn’t ben...d her body away. She was perfectly still as my fingertips traced the contours of her small cock. I took her face now in both my hands and kissed her lips. She put her arms around me. ‘What the fuck are we waiting for?’ I said, clutching close her slenderness. ‘Follow me.’ Following her cuteness, her trim ass, up those narrow darkened stairs was. .."he came so fast in my hot little mouth ... it hit the back of my throat so hard I had to swallow quick to catch every drop of his cum when he spurted!" "What I really enjoyedthough, was when I felt him thrust his long, thick tool into me.He was so hard!" Uncle John has a nice thick foreskin that I enjoy feeling sliding back and forth in my pussy.He sure didn't last long.I used my tight little cream sucker to squeeze every drop of jism from his beautiful big balls. As he shot his seed into me. “Have you read this story” she asked pointing out a particular story. I do not whether I read it or not. She said she only wrote it. I looked at her face which displayed a mischious smile. “You are writing an erotic and fucking story?” I asked. “Why not” she replied. I told her let us go to the bedroom and read it through the laptop. Here we are in the risk of being watched by my mother or another body. In the bedroom there is no risk, I have Wi-Fi and hence net is available anywhere in the. He went off again, looking for towels. He returned and I saw him put a towel in the rack and he slid open the shower door, "Need this?" he said, as he passed me a bottle of shampoo. I smiled as I realized I would need that too.I finished my shower and got out, first drying myself, and then wrapping myself in the same damp towel. I hadn't yet opened my cases for my robe. I combed out my wet hair and went to the living area where Bill was in the easy chair in a tired stupor.He looked up at me..