I had arrived so late that I am sure everyone was preparing to go to bed until I had arrived. I walked up the carpeted staircase and to the first room...on the left. My old room. When I opened the door, I felt the rush of memories come swirling back to me as I recalled the countless nights I spent reading, watching television, and writing. There was something different however. After I put my bags down in my closet, I looked over at my desk and saw that my mother’s music box was sitting near the. I mean nothing but that I sometimes fix something, put together in a closet or something. My neighbor called Monique. I see Monique regularly because I have many books and they, like I said, is a bookworm. Whether it is for a thesis for school or just out of personal interest, they regularly call on me with the question of whether they are equally in my book room to watch. I think always fun because I am different but also alone. It is quite nice as her mother comes along. In the beginning, her. Sally and I had spent the rest of the evening, waiting for the ball to drop on the big screen TV over the bar, in each other's arm, our bodies pressed tightly together as we danced every dance the band played. As we danced, my hand slipped slowly down Sally bare back, molding her body into mine. Sally moaned softly as my fingertips caressed her spine. She clung to me fiercely as I slipped my hand inside the back of her dress, inside her panties, sliding a finger between her ass cheeks, my. . AHHH." she moans loud for me as I am eating her out. I lick and suck on her pussy as she rocks her hips against me, pushing herself harder against my face. I alternate from licking to pushing my tongue inside her. I can feel her getting close to cumming. Just as she starts to cum, I cover her pussy with my mouth pushing my tongue as deep in her as I can and start to furiously rub her clit with my hand."Daddy! Daddy! I'm cumming!" Her pussy goes tight squeezing my tongue and her leg starts to.