”She simply obeyed.“How does that taste?” he asked her.“Good, sir.”He smiled at her. *Drip*. A raindrop fell onto her left cheek. *Drip*. An...ther on her thigh. *Drip. Drop. Drip* It began to sprinkle. Little icy droplets surprising and stinging where they fell. “Stand up.” He told her, and grabbed her hair a little to help her up. She stood. She didn’t have much choice. He looked at her. Her clothes were disheveled, her makeup and hair even more smeared and matted, thanks to the rain. He spun. I lowered my face and soon felt soft thighs on each side of my face, working as a v-shaped track to guide my mouth down to her center. Just as I made the first lap at her very wet folds, it hit me:*If I was licking Mrs. Perkins… who has holding my penis and fingering my rectum?*I lifted my head and began to question:“Wait, WHAT?” I asked, “Who is…..”My words were cut off by the sound of swishing air, followed by an open hand making contact with my right cheek. The stinging filled in quickly,. They were turning her every which way, and she seemed to be pleading for more of what she was receiving.Sandy groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes as she tried to blot out the reminders of her incredibly lewd actions. >From deep in her subconscious, she was able to now recall the bright arc-white lights going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind hadn't related them to a Polaroid flash camera at the time, but now it was unmistakably clear that that's what. We bonded almost instantly and over the next four years, developed a close connection. I also watched him grow into a really hot young man. By the time he turned 16 he was smoking, he went from a long blond to a high and tight like his dad, and I swear his eyes turned got even bluer. At his 16th birthday swim party, I swear he was flirting, Joseph said it was just wishful thinking, but I know better. As I was upstairs changing, he came into the room to get changed as well. Ok, nothing wrong.