"What is it this time?" The usual crap. A problem at the Newcastle office and they have a Monday morning deadline. He was calling on his way the airpo...t. He should have been coming home: today of all days he has to go. He told me to apologise to you. So much for your 18th birthday dinner. Damn him, John. He should BE here for you – for all of us!"She took a moment to simmer down and, with a deep exhalation, came to a decision. "Right! We'll celebrate without that bastard: just you and me.. I couldn’t say the word for what I knew the edges of her panties were covering. I looked back to the man and saw that he had his phone out and it pointing at my daughter. I wanted that phone. I wanted to know what he had captured, what he would be looking at later. I broke off from them, knowing the man was really no harm to my daughter; but also because I couldn’t watch any longer with out risking that my mind would paint a picture I wouldn’t be able erase. I texted Kate, where I would be. Besides, when you bring a guy in here, you'll bothget bruised or fall off if you try to cuddle with him on this. There'snot enough room for two." I haven't gotten around to that, either." You will. Speaking of beds, I already asked my dad to get me a newdouble size one, and he promised I'll have it before December begins.Then I'll invite Brett over, and we'll make out on my new bed. And if hegets too shy, I use that leg trick Faith taught me and totally have myway with him!"In a shock, I. A few times later I was getting the hang of it and I could feelhis balls stroking my chin, announcing to me that incredibly I had halfhis tool moving past my tonsils. It was amazing and even as it was prettyhard, I felt incredibly proud and devoted to his pleasure.Fucking my throat made me also produce copious amounts of spit, whichstarted dripping in long and sticky threads from the sides of my mouth,dampening my silk shirt and my mostly flat cleavage. His cock was fullycoated with spit now,.