“Tell me,” he said, this time knowing what he wanted to hear.“Fuck my ass, Stephen,” she said, not even hesitating to say thew...rds.He moved his hand back to her side and slowly moved his hips down, thehead of his cock disappearing slowly into her ass. She was so tightaround his cock, and he moaned as he moved into her, going deeper andlistening to their combined moans. When his balls were pressedtightly against her ass again, he looked down at her and began toslowly. Ashley was constantly on the go with after-school activities. The usual: cheerleading, choir (did I mention she had a voice like an angel?) soccer, and various other clubs. Between those activities and homework, she had little time for anything else, and apparently didn't date. Did I mention that she managed almost a perfect 4.0 GPA while taking AP classes? This girl was no dumb blonde! I had little to do for her except cook meals and try to keep tabs on her comings and goings. We got along. "Do you have what you need from Dr. Juno?" the voice asked."Yes, I was able to reproduce the solution exactly today in the lab." Very good."The connection went dead, and Kristina returned the phone to her deskdrawer, aware that she had just sentenced the na?ve doctor to death. Itwas time to go home.Saoirse was making dinner for them when she got back to the brownstone.Scents of baking chicken wafted through the first floor, flooding hernostrils as she closed the front door."Wow, you cook?". I needed to talk to them soon. ~~~~~~~~~ It was an early fall morning and the air temperature was cool. The skies were a brilliant blue and you could smell the fragrances of the summer plant life dying. It was Saturday morning and the kids were off to a football game. When they returned, I would sit with them and work this out. As I went in for another cup of coffee, I passed the hallway bathroom, or “Carl’s bathroom,” as he calls it. The vanity light was on and I reached around the corner to.