God she was good and you could tell this wasn’t a first time for her. Her tongue worked its way up and down my shaft, around the bell end and down t...o my balls. The sensation of a smooth soft wet tongue drove me wild. She was at an angle where I could not reach her. I was at her mercy and all I could do was sit back and enjoy.After a while Tara stopped and stood up. She dropped the bikini she was wearing and stood in front of me. She was clean shaven with a little tattoo of a unicorn just above. It wasn't until later that he realised that the trauma he had sufferedwould take a very long time indeed to get over and it would have to bewithout his mother. Both her, the headmistress and the baby clothesshop owner had been charged with child abuse, it not being acceptedthat 'petticoat punishment', at least to the lengths they had taken it,were a legally acceptable form of discipline. An injunction had beenplaced on them preventing contact with James and as the policeinvestigation. Our lips touched, delicate and affectionate. As they parted, she stared up at me with a new hunger in her eyes, a look made even more intense because of the effect of the black light. She took my hands around her waist and set them on her round, firm booty, then lifted her hands to the back of my neck to pull me down for another kiss.This time her tongue flicked into my mouth. I dug my fingers into her booty and pulled her in tight, using my tongue to play with hers. With one volleyball-toned. And thanks,” there was a brilliant smile under all that filth. Even teeth that had seen the services of an orthodontist.“You’re not from around here, are you.” I wasn’t asking. I was telling.“Nope,” the pile said.“Maybe ... Cassandra?” I asked.“You one of them heroes?”“You in distress?”“Not any more,” the dirt pile said, and latched onto my arm.“How long you been here?”“Seven long years,” she said. “I was beginning to give up hope ... and you showed up.”“I’m not sure what to do with you. I have.