If school was in session I would usually arrive about 15 or 20 minutes later. My Dad didn't come home until at least 6:30. So when she got home mom us...ually lay down to try and take a short nap. If she was still awake when I got home she would usually call me in to message her and help her nod off.I was 11yrs old when messaging my mom, dressed only in her underwear, I got my first hard-on. Once she was asleep I ran to my room and started playing with my cock enjoying the strange new feelings. As. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to walk into a bar, with my white blouse almost see through from the rain and my tight skirt sticking to my legs…I took a deep breath and approached the bar. I enquired for a phone…The bartender looked at me from head to feet and pointed the far wall.I thanked him; at least that man seemed to be very friendly.I could send a message to Victor’s phone, telling him the address of that bar and begging him to hurry up as much as he could to pick me up…But I knew it. Wave after wave, of more cum than I thought was in me.Weirdly, although it felt like I had given up everything, I didn't feel like rolling over and going to sleep. No, I was invigorated. She knee-walked to my face. "Just a little tongue to take me over the top." I barely touched her clit, mixed nectars dripping onto my face, and she was lost in her climax. We both sensed that one was just right for her in this delicious moment. Carol bent forward, put her face against mine, and stretched out on. There would be other duties involved, of that she could be sure. The house was actually an annexe to the larger and grander hall where Sir Horace carried out his public business as a magnate and rising political star. The annexe was the place where he carried out business of a very private kind. For the first few months after her arrival, the annexe was quiet as Sir Horace was away in London for the season. Like the most of the staff at the hall, most of the annexe staff had followed Sir.