The latter was why Elizabeth was skipping up the front path now, her black blouse ruffling in the placid wind. Behind her was the lime green mass of s...traightened hair that came down to her waist, almost like a cloak around her shoulders. Lucy rushed down from the third floor to greet her friend at the door, her fingers running over the polished wood of the banister. She bolted across the black slate and unlocked the old-fashioned bolt lock. The heavy oak door swung open. ‘Hey! Waddup, Luce?’. Itwas amazing to be able to run my hands freely all over the little boy andfor him to want more as he twisted and turned in my hands.I need to come and I pulled brutally out of the boy twisting him aroundand between my legs so that his face was immediately in front of my dick."Cover my face with your cum daddy. I want to watch your thick cum spurtout all over me and into my hair and my eyes and my ears. Fucking do it,man".It was the orgasm of a lifetime. I seemed never to have come so much.. And waited...and waited. Eventually, I heard a car pull onto the gravel. Slowed. Stopped. Door opening. Door closing. Footsteps. This was it! My cock twitched in anticipation.The footsteps approahed my open window. Stopped. And there was silence. This was unnerving! Should I speak? Then a camera shutter clicked, clicked again, and again. I sensed that someone had leaned in the window. A camera shutter clicked right in front of me. Fingers grasped my nipple clamp chain - pulled hard. I gasped.. He found Dorjee’s wife, Sanguru, just about the most attractive little thing he’d ever seen. Her big brown eyes stared out of a face that combined the best features of her Tibetan and Indian blood. Her beautiful eyes were slightly slanted, her flawless skin was light brown, and her long, black hair was tied back. A colorful sari that did nothing to conceal her ripe round curves was wrapped around her sexy body. Dean couldn’t keep her eyes off her as she moved around fixing dinner. She giggled.