He couldn’t hold out much longer. Try counting backwards from 1000 in sevens – that had worked before! ‘993… 986… 979… 972…’ he counte...d silently. Max tightened his arms around her hips, forcing her pussy further against his face, and extended his tongue fully, licking her copious juices. ‘951… 944… 937… 930…’ Slowly he moved one of his arms, bringing it under her body, and sought her clitoris, gently massaging it between his forefinger and thumb. Another muffled gasp signalled her appreciation. She shook her head, begging, "No no please. I have done nothing to you." You have done something to me. You always complain whenever I play basketball downstairs. You send my mom notes. My dad beats me with the belt because of you. You deserve to pay for that," he smiled.Manuel smiled wickedly, forcing his lips onto hers. He was giving her a firm kissing. He then moved down by her nape, starting to kiss at it, lick at it and even biting at it. Isabelle reacted by him touching her neck this way.. I was kneading his balls which were as big as tennis balls and he liked it as his tongue plunged deeper in my ass hole.“You taste nice my boy. I am going to eat out your ass and you are going to every drop of cum from my balls.”I moaned my approval and continued to pleasure his cock. We went on like this for around 45 minutes as he continued to say a lot of dirty yet erotic things that made me even hornier.I then got up and looked at him and smiled. I took hold of his cock and he too got up and. I’ll let the doctor know that you’re up and give your parents a call.”“You can call my mom. That’d be better than calling her husband.”“OH. OK.”In my first 40 years I’d never known my biological father. With her comment I realized something. Things were going to come to a head with my stepfather, Randall Criscek who was a functional alcoholic. This time around it would change. Randall or as he was better known as Randy, was an unmitigated asshole. I would bide my time, but things were going to.