“B is short for ‘bitch’,” Tasha retorted.“She doesn’t look like a bitch,” I replied.“Trust me,” Tasha remarked, standing up. “She ...s a bitch in every sense of the name.”I scooted my seat back and asked Tasha if she wanted to sit for a bit. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and looked at it.“Sure,” she replied, “I was checking to see what time it was. Mom leaves for work in about twenty minutes.”Tasha explained that she lived with her divorced mom. I was enamored with Tasha. She was. When she had free moments, she would think about how much she missed him, and her heart would race as she reminisced about the kissing and the lovemaking. But those free moments were rare, she tried to keep busy as often as possible. Every time she had gone into town, she had barely noticed the red and white decorations, so it came as a shock to her that Valentine’s Day was coming up. She had been so wrapped up in her grief and work that she had barely thought of anything else. She thought back. I could feel his warm breath over my bare bum, his cool hands parted my cheeks, and his warm tongue rimmed my arse. I gasped, my hands grabbing hold of the quilt, “Oh god!” He laughed, “Is that good?” he asked, seconds later his tongue rimming me again. His warm tongue pushed my hole open, and he wiggled it around, tasting me, making it feel even better. “Oh wow Daddy!” “Lift your hips for me baby.” I did so, and he slid a pillow under my stomach. His tongue began to rim me once more, and. My thrusts were deeper and stronger. I felt that she was about to orgasm first. She began to squeeze with her vagina. She trusted me that I knew what I was doing.Moqana entered into orgasm with my penis inside her. She squeezed the life out of the duvet cover. I haven’t ejaculated yet. I needed to stay inside: that was the whole point of this ‘mission’. She bared down and squeezed my penis hard. That squeeze was the trigger I needed. I fired my live load into her. She was still orgasming: I.