.but in me there was somehing happening , that attracted me to her , slowly i use to think of her while sleeping. i used to think my pillow as her and... i would kiss, hug it and so many things. i wud imagine my pillow as her i mean lover and with imagining it as her would as if we were lovers and i wud act as if i am removing her dress, sucking her breast and some many things.But when i am with her , i wud behave as good friend. She became close to me, i wud touch her as if i am beating her ,. I couldn’t speak, still breathing heavily. My bottom lip quivered with anticipation. A kiss on the back of neck sent me tumbling down the rabbit hole of sensuality. A bolt of stimulation shot through my body. My knees felt week, but Lucy held me close. Lucy’s fingers gently entered my panties and slowly began to lower them from my hips. With every inch lower that she pulled my panties, she planted a kiss that much lower down my spine. Each one sent a further jolt of sexual awakening through my. So, I had her missionary style, hard and rough, enjoying her cries and the feel of her tight wet cunt - but I did not climax. By this time her bra was off, nipples erect, and her sex nicely framed by the straps of her belt and her stockings. I always think that sight is such a turn-on. My fingers got to work again with her flat on her back, labia pulled apart and, as I expected, she started to gush - a lot. She was lovely and wet - and helpless. So I went down with my lips and enjoyed her clit. Finn said it was Finn and Morgan laughed and said come in dear. Morgan was in his trousers but bare-chested in the bathroom, shaving with a hand razor. He thanked Finn for the coffee and asked what was the commotion in the kitchen. ‘Please get used to it Morgan. I’m antagonizing your daughter. She had no idea how to handle men, expecting them to kowtow to her as if she was a superior from another planet. After fourteen years she acts as if expecting her mother to walk in at any moment and from.