She got out the butter, salt and pepper, then opened the cabinet to look for the small frying pan. Mom kept the pots and pans below the counter, so sh...e had to stoop over and almost stick her head in up to the shoulders in order to root around inside. She heard the creak of floorboards and a heavy tread. It could only be her father. He was headed to bed, she reckoned. The footsteps paused at the kitchen doorway. Krista moved the large stockpot aside under the counter, only dimly aware that the. I want to see your load of cum shoot from your cock.” Her right hand was rubbing her pussy, then she reached around with her left hand and started to finger her cute bum as well. Oh, what a sight that was! I swear, it almost sounded like a purr coming from her beautiful, luscious lips. That was almost too much to handle.“Ohhhhh, Fuck Ally. I’m close. Yes! Yes!”“Yes, baby. My pussy is so wet for you. Make it even wetter with your spunk. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to see that. He didn't want to spook her. This woman was special. She had real potential.Phelps well understood; even a woman with this one's star quality wasn't "on" all the time. He needed to handle her with care. He would be certain that she wouldn't see him again -- not until he judged her to be ready.The van continued down the main highway, southeast toward the sea, for another twelve miles past the bridge. At last it turned off the highway onto a side road. Allowing two hundred yards, Phelps followed.. “Fancy a walk?” Jenny said and I could see the sparkle in her eyes.“Are you thinking of along the cliffs?”“I was thinking more of along the prom. Let’s face it, Soph, we might as well get a good close look!”“You are so BAD!” I said but we were soon strolling along by the side of the sea and enjoying the late summer air. There was a full moon and Jenny slipped her arm through mine and we giggled like schoolgirls as we chatted and walked.“Excited?” she asked.“Just so long as we don’t have to.