"I'm going out tonight." Who with?" Sam asked without looking up."Just some friends. It's not a date, or anything." Why had she said that? It didn't m...tter to him. With an inward shrug she went upstairs to the bathroom. Stripping off her clothes, she looked at herself critically in the mirror. For a long time she had despaired of ever developing a figure, but in the last couple of years her breasts and hips had really sprouted. She wasn't voluptuous -- not as much as her mother, who really had. She looked at me. "I got to thinkin' about it, Bill. I mean, she's fourteen. She's good in school. REAL good, actually. I never did that good. Never. And every day, when she gets home, she straightens up her room, and then sits there with her backpack, waitin' for you to get home." She sighed. "She likes spending time over at your house, whether Deena's there or not. Same thing on weekends. It's 'Momma, is it okay if Mister Bill takes us to the movie' or 'I'm gonna go with Mister Bill to the. "Eva gently pulled him by the shoulder, back to between her legs, andbegan putting the finishing touches on her creation. After Steph wasdone with the tweezing, he didn't even bother to object, when he felther putting makeup on his face. What did it matter anyway. It was allfor a bit of fun.He almost didn't want them to stop, when they both put down their tools,and stared him in the face for a good minute and a half. "I know what'smissing!" Steph yelled, as she pulled what looked to be a ball. I take the head in my mouth and suck ever so gently. After a minute or two of sucking the head, I allow your cock to slide down my throat. I gag a bit but don’t stop. You grab a handful of my hair and begin pushing me down and thrusting at the same time, forcing me to take your entire length. I know how much you love this so I never complain. After a while I stop you and start pumping your cock in my hand. I can feel your cock getting extremely hard and I know what’s coming next. I suddenly.