He was almost apologetic that I might think they were ungrateful. “It’s just how she is. Irene doesn’t like to take any chances with our ‘inno...cent little girls’,” he added as an explanation.I thought to myself that from the brief time I had been with them that their behaviour seemed far from that of being ‘innocent little girls’.He said that they had actually found a pharmacy that provided expert advice and, yes, what I had provided had been just the right thing. However, Irene had then decided. ”He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the girl’s throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his balls against her chin.He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the real fucking that was to follow.Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said, “Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck. "Angela," Barbie yelled, "get in here. I know you've been out there listening."The bedroom door opened and in came a lanky teen-ager wearing a sullen look, a tiny crop-top that displayed the underside of her substantial but conical boobs, a bare and slim middle and a pair of ratty jeans' shorts that hung below her belly button and were very tight in the crotch. She was long-legged, taut-waisted, narrow-hipped and about six-feet tall, just my size. My cock tingled despite her nasty look and her. ." You do," and she hit him playfully, "doesn't everyone?"After a moment, Marylou brought her hand out from beneath his jockey shorts. Sue could see the hand was all wet; it glistened in the reflected light. Marylou calmly wiped her hand on the tail of his tee shirt. Petey turned his head toward her; Marylou's breast was only three inches away from his mouth. He parted his lips, his tongue came out and licked the erect brown nipple.With a look of rapture on her face, Marylou put her hand behind.