There was no denying that he was mine. The jet-black hair and darker skin color would have convinced me if I had any reason to doubt her word--which I... didn’t. She apologized for not letting me know sooner. It wasn’t exactly something she wanted to tell me in a letter or message, and it was only recently that he was old enough to travel safely. Hearing that I had gone to Paris, she followed in a carriage, changing horses in every town and riding up to twenty hours a day to arrive before I left. What are you doing?" she mumbled. I pressed harder with both hands and said, "I'll stop if you like Amanda, just say the word. Shall I stop?"Amanda was even more muddled "Yes... stop... don't do tha... uhh don't uhh" Her protests fizzled out, she made no attempt to move away from me, so I kept on massaging her pussy through her clothes. After a few moments, I slid my hand in to the back of her breeches, they were too tight and my hand was stuck in the waistband. My other hand was now clamped. She bent forward leaning against the sink counter and reached under her thighs grabbing hold of my balls and began massaging them, I like big balls she said it’s a turn on feeling them banging against me when I’m being fucked. Fuck this girl is fucking hot, horny and slutty, I can’t remember meeting a girl like this before.Now you’re going to fuck me she said, hey I had absolutely no problems with that last wish. She leant further forward and pulled my hard cock underneath her and I could feel. “You’re VERY enthusiastic!” I grinned.“I’ve been waiting for almost three months!” she giggled. “That was fun!”“My turn!” I replied.I helped her out of the t-shirt, bra, shorts, and panties and took in her small, compact body with the very thin patch of jet-black pubic hair that was clearly shaved and trimmed. I feasted on her small breasts, then kissed my way down her stomach, past her fine pubic hair, and along her dripping labia. I probed between them with my tongue, enjoying her fresh,.