I started to shake, as he carried on stroking inside me; my head rocking from side to side, my hands pressing the top of his head as his tongue slid u...p and down. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, but I knew that I’d die if he stopped licking and stroking. ... licking and stroking... ... licking and stroking... ... licking and stroking… I raised my legs over his shoulders and rested my heels on the small of his back, as a fresh orgasm rushed up like a wave and slammed me into the rocks. I. Ihre Mutter starb als sie gerade einmal das Laufen gelernt hatte und so störte sie sich nicht wirklich daran, dass nur sie und ihr Vater zusammen dort lebten- sie konnte sich ja nicht mal mehr an ihre Mutter erinnern. Nur die wenigen Fotos die Papa von ihr hatte erinnerten sie daran, dass sie überhaupt eine Mutter hatte. Nach dem Tod ihrer Mutter musste ihr Vater natürlich umso härter arbeiten und seitdem auch immer öfter auf Geschäftsreisen gehen. Oftmals war er tagelang, manchmal sogar eine. The house didn’t look messy but there were a few jobs she’d asked him to do but he hadn’t, like hang up the washing and unstack the dishwasher. She sat next to him and asked how his day had been “same as usual, sorry I’ve not done the washing but I decided to go for a bit of a walk and bumped into a friend. We went for a coffee and chat, when I got home, I forgot all about it.”“That’s ok, I’m glad you were out and about.” One thing Alex had done was maintain a core friend base who he’d meet up. All those soap suds and water as he swished one way then the next, getting more water on that white t-shirt of his than he did on the windows. Not that I was complaining, the wet t-shirt merely enhanced his sexy young 18yr old body with a fit, toned chest and defined back. I knew (and had ever since I had spotted him) that he would have some thrust on him and that it was only time that stood between me and his cock. Instinctively I slide my hand under my silk gown and felt my left nipple harden.