I get hard. The lube comes out. She strokes me off. I cum on her shirt again. "Thats another 100, 180 total" she blurts out. "And do my laundry, fuck ...you are sloppy. Christ you get cum everywhere. You need to stop that" she says, and looking legitimately annoyed. "Sorry babe. I'll do your laundry" I mumble. An hour later the laundry is drying and she calls me over. I'm wearing my boxers. "Babe I'm horny, why don't you go down on me? It'll take care of 100 off your tab" she says with a smirk. I. I feel around as your tongue joins mine. For a moment we kiss softly. No urgency is felt by either of us. I can feel your uncertainty. You raised your hand to my hips a couple of times, but fail to make a move. I guide your hand to my pelvis and you move your hand downwards to rub my clit, the sheer fabric of my panties barring you full access. I moan as your hand moves to the waistline. I aid you in relieving my body of this last piece of clothing. Your hand moves back to my pussy. You can. She could sense her father's worry but she also knew he understood. Samantha had completed her home schooling and had received her diploma at a local school. She was growing up and her father could not watch over her ever second. Samantha had to spread her wings sometime. Now she was almost eighteen and soon she would be legally an adult and could make up her own mind. Right now she had to be on own for awhile to work things out. Her walk took her near the police station. Samantha watched a man. As he pressed in, the excruciating pain made Anee broke out in cold sweat. She felt as if a small log was being pushed inside her. Tear welled in her eyes as she gripped his arms. "Try to relax, sweetheart, don't fight it," she hear him through the dim pain wracked of her mind. It began to fill her as he went deeper in until she felt him stop. Their pubic hair was meshed together. She had never felt such fullness before. Matt was completely lodged inside her rectum, his throbbing head deep in.