She traipsed her right into the living room and told her to have a seat while she fixed the tea. Amanda sat down where my wife had pointed. It was dir...ectly across from me. My chair is pretty low and when she sat down on the couch I could see her bright green panties. She seemed to try to keep her knees together but every now and then they seemed to separate all on their own. My wife came in and said that the water was on and asked Amanda’s preference for tea.The girls talked and my wife told. “Well you look a bit tired. Didn’t you sleep well last night?” he asked, grinning to himself.He knew full well she didn’t sleep much – he had made sure she wouldn’t!“No, sir ... I didn’t sleep very good,” she admitted.“Oh?” he asked.“No, sir. You had gotten me so...” she stopped, not wanting to continue her sentence.“So what, Miss Daniels?” he prodded.“So turned on, sir. What you did yesterday got me so turned on that I could not sleep,” she admitted, blushing.“I see. Well that is sort of why I. " He says breathlessly. She doesn't say anything but picks up pace bobbing her head up and down, she feels the first squirt of cum and takes all of him in her mouth, swallowing every drop. She pulls up, licking her lips. He grabs her waist and pulls her to him, kissing her lips. He climbs back on top of her, hooking his thumbs in her beltloops pulling her jeans and soaked panties down in one. She kicks them off from her ankles.He kissed down her chest and stomach, his fingers running up and. "What is this ... hypersexual sixteen year old?" she asked Anna.Anna blushed and looked at me evilly. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man."I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It is an inside joke, but not necessarily a professional diagnosis," she said."So, Michael is using his ... er ... gift to play tricks?" Mrs. Kapaemala said with a sly smile.Now I blushed."Maybe we should just stick to the topic," I suggested."Your Majesty, May I..." Catherine started to ask before Kalani interrupted.