She let go of his head to grasp her boobs again, this time squeezing them with more aggression, finally mauling and pulling at the teats stretched and...pinched under her questing fingers. At last his fingers entered her, and true to form headed for her G-spot again. She could feel his long pointer finger move across the rough, ultra-sensitive area inside her at the same time his tongue ran in long lines from the join with her anus all the way to her throbbing clit. It ran back down in a similar. Goodnight." The two of them moved to leave. "Goodnight Mistress." And with that, I was shut into the room. I sat on the bed for a moment, and sighed. Why did I break that damn window? I cursed myself. Now I have to deal with this hellhole for the entire summer. Looking out the window, I saw Wade and his mother--Mistress Kathy, I reminded myself--walking in the well-lit yards over to their house. I felt like giving them the finger. I did. And there was a knock on the door. I opened it. I moved my tongue at top speed, running left to right across the bottom of her clit and the top of her hole. Her thighs began squeezing hard on my head, and during her exhaling, she was screaming loudly. After a couple of minutes, I drove her over the edge. She began shaking violently and gently pushed me away with her left hand. My hard on was back by that point, so I lifted up her legs and slid my fuckstick downward into her while using my arms to keep her legs in place. The angle allowed me. ’ And she did.Donna's Appetite ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­I have mentioned Donna’s mismatched eyes before. It is strange what goes through one’s mind at certain times. It would be inappropriate to explain in detail (although I am sure some of you will guess) why it was that, at this precise moment, all I could see of Donna was her eyes as I looked down upon her. To say I was in a state of some arousal will suffice. Despite an approaching orgasm I found myself dwelling on those sparkling.