She was so wet it was like she actually had pissed her pants, and I began spreading her juices over her clit she grabbed the back of my head and pulle... me closer.I was back to passionately kissing her when it happened; she reached orgasm for the first time in her life.When we got back to her house I asked if she enjoyed the evening, and all she could do was take a deep breath and nod her head. I kissed her gently and promised the next time would be even better.The next few times I went back I. One night I went for a walk about before hitting the sack and I saw the cook taking a leak behind the cookhouse. He was very well hung but again he was a sombre guy and very unfriendly. None of these guys would make a living selling shoes or anything else.So it is a gruesome week and I am grateful when Saturday arrives & I can go home. I again ride in the truck with Dave. We repeat our Tuesday morning activities. He has not showered after working all day and I find that his cock is sweaty,. As silently as I could, I moved my head to the door and lightly pressed my ear onto it. My heart was beating so fast; I could barely even tell it was there. I failed to hear anything back, but I couldn't just walk away.'They could be resting already for all I know.'I kept my head there for over a minute and even let a little saliva onto the door."Yes, I love you and your daughter, Lil," I heard my mom moan."I knew it," I whispered, bringing my head back. "I can't see them, but I know it: they. Through a glass door, he saw floor-to-ceiling racks on either side of the narrow room, separated by about five or six feet. When Susan pushed the door open, Nathan saw that about half the shelves contained bottles."It's way too big," Susan said. "But don't you love it?" Wow, Mom, this is impressive! How'd you get the old man to spring for this?" he asked good-naturedly.Susan laughed brightly and turned toward one of the racks, looking to the top shelf. When she turned, she brushed against.