I came here to talk to my boyfriend, if you want me to.”“Really? Your boyfriend?” His surprise was very evident.“Yes, I was also wrong, very w...rong. I went at you like a banshee after Barbara told me you spanked them. Nobody except me, Allen or their grandparents has ever punished them since Ted died. Yes, you should’ve called and told me but that doesn’t explain or justify my behavior. Yes, mentioning Martin hurt and reminded me of the pain I caused you for my indiscretion; but I hit you.. The third one was more like it. The Quentin property was a hill house, surrounded by trees. It was secluded enough so he asked for a look inside. Maggie parked the car in front of the house. It looked a bit rundown, as if nobody had bothered to fix it for at least 10 years. The price was low, mainly because it needed a loving hand and a big wallet to get the house back in its former glory. The other reason was that according to local rumor, the former owner had gone mad there and killed. “What’s so amusing?” he said letting out a smile himself. God I could bury myself in that voice. "Nothing just laughing at the oddity of this whole situation,” I replied. Grabbing my glass I immediately shot it down hoping the alcohol could numb my embarrassment. “What’s so odd about it?” Mr. Carlson leaned in closer to me. “It’s nothing more than a bored old man and his new young friend.” His smile stayed on his face and he grabbed his glass and took another long sip, all the while not. Tu l’as lèche de haut en bas, tu joues avec ta langue dans ta bouche, c’est si bon… tu me sens me tordre et gémir de plaisir sous les effets de ta bouche.Ne pouvant plus tenir je te plaque sur le lit, je viens entre tes cuisses pour te caresser le minou en même temps que j’embrasse tes seins et ta bouche. Je viens enlever ta culotte, je me place entre tes jambes, je monte petit à petit vers ton minous en caressant tes cuisses, je pose ma bouche dessus, je l’embrasse, viens y glisser ma langue.