” She turned to the door and said, “Bookend get in here.” Paul came through the door. “Mom bookend. Bookend Mom. His name is Paul Kennedy, but...the foolish man doesn’t think I can go a year only calling him Bookend. Daddy wrote me a letter, right?” when Millie nodded. Bridget said, “Keep it until tomorrow. It will just make me cry. I can’t cry yet. I have too much to do.” She stepped over to Millie and gave her a long hug and then a kiss on the cheek. Then whispered in her mother’s ear, “Paul. Megan was starting to moan “ahh, ahh, ahh, fuck me fuck me fuck me,” louder and louder until I was worried that we’d disturb some fisherman out on the lake. As she climaxed, I ran a hand down her butt crack and probed at her anus with one finger, which made her shriek, “Eee Eee Eee Ahh” before biting my shoulder to muffle her cries, and this sent me over the edge. I emptied my aching balls into her over and over until I was exhausted.After one more long, slow kiss, as the flush faded from. He had stopped rubbing his hair, and was looking at her with frank, undisguised interest. Her hands twisted together in her lap, her nerves ever more on show.Ngoro sat down in the armchair opposite her and looked his visitor up and down. He was impressed by what he saw. She was good looking, darkish skinned, slightly weatherbeaten, with dark brown hair falling in a tousled mess across her face. Her (mans?) safari suit did her no favours, but even so it was clear that she had a desireable figure. Katie was a senior who had come to talk to me about what she could do to look for jobs after graduation – the school year would be over in just a few weeks. I quickly learned she had started college early, so she was just 19. She was a very attractive young girl, petite but curvaceous, with long brown hair and blue eyes – an unusual combination. She seemed very mature and was obviously intelligent, but once she felt comfortable talking with me, she seemed more and more like a 19-year-old,.