Over the next couple of weeks Mark came by to visit my daughter more often, all the time watching me very intently to the point where I couldn't help ...but stare back. I started thinking about him a lot as time went on and sometimes found it hard to sleep without masturbating. I felt ridiculous. Was I actually developing a crush on a boy younger than my own daughter?One afternoon, Mark came over to the house. I was surprised as Natalie was away camping for the weekend, so I didn't know what he. I smelled her hair, kissed her eyes and forehead before slowly moving towards the lips. She was breathing heavy and slowly putting her hands around me. We looked into each other’s eyes for a minute and then I got her closer to feel her lips with mine.We took a few minutes of time before our tongues touched each other and played. The kissing went on for more than 10 minutes and it became wilder. My hands started to catch her waist stronger. I could also feel her enjoy this completely.Now I. While doing all those preparations, I was still wearing my office clothes. It was a white shirt with buttons on the front & a knee-length grey skirt. The turn of events looked quite haphazard on the surface but it was all part of my plan to throw Rajat a big surprise in my own special way. Around an hour later, I was just about finished with my preparations & was waiting for him to arrive when the doorbell rang at 8 p.m. Sharp. Rajat was on-time as usual. I went to answer the door. To my. I didn’t expect this out of you.” A sultry voice said from the shadows. The sound of heels clacking against the tile floor approached Lucy and this mysterious benefactor became visible. Black hair. Black lipstick. Piercings all over. Ripped mesh leggings over legs that seem to go up forever. It was a familiar sight. “Now what is so important that you would leave class,” Samantha said.Lucy’s had just about reached her limit. Her legs were shaking, her gym shorts were soaked, and Samantha.