She appeared to have had pretty good practice; Thell's head went back, his pupils blown. He opened his mouth but no words were spoken. She grinned aro...nd his cock at the reaction, released the head with a pop. She stood, leaning over him, the tips of her breasts over his chest as they both moved back over to the center of the bed. They kissed again, rougher than before.Kara straddled Thell, loving the way he looked so awkward and exhilarated at the same time. His hands brushed delicately. I knew what she was feeling.“I remember when we were kids and you, me and Dad...”She abruptly sat up straight and looked at me squarely. “You called him Dad. You never call him that.”“I didn’t always call him Stan, you know. Anyway, I remember when you, me and Stan were walking down Seventy-Seventh Street from Central Park West. We were next to the New York Historical Society, and for some reason that I can’t remember, he started yelling at you and cursing. You know how he used to do it,” I. ” Mornin” I mumbled with a dry mouth. “Wacha doin?” “Just looking and learning. We watched you in the shower last night. Did you know?” and she giggled prettily. “I saw your cock and I just wanted to touch it. It’s big now, earlier it wasn’t so much until I kissed it and it grew big. I saw Daddy’s once and it was small. I like your big one better.” It was a hot and humid morning and even the sheet covering us felt clingy. I kicked it off and even that small breeze felt. Feeling really good, I took a small vibrator that I used sometimes out of my bag, rubbed some spit on it and started teasing my bum hole. It was just then that a bird darted out of the bush in front of me. A jolt of panic surged through me as I sore what had startled the bird. Crouched only about 10 meters away, obscured by long grass, was Mrs Bargon. What could I do? What was she doing there? She didn’t seem to know herself. It was like she was making a decision. Finally she moved towards me.