I could make out a change in her body language while she was going through it. It seemed her confidence had oozed out of her.“Just wanted you to kno... that I am forwarding this to the higher authorities. This is a very serious issue and its my responsibility” I said, my each word was a body blow for her as she looked very nervous and unsure of her self.“Please don’t do that, my entire career will be doomed” she said almost in tears.“Well you have left me with very little option, and why should I. Though Mr. Smith had performed such an unnatural act on me and it waswildly exciting for both of us.Nancy didn't give me much time to think about it all. I was already onmy back so she just reverse-straddled my shoulders, on her knees, andher bumhole was inches from my face.It looked delicious.All pink, with a hint of brown.Wrinkled and pretty.Was it winking at me?I kissed it.She moaned.I licked it.She squealed.I dug my tongue in there good and proper and she screamed. But shemade no attempt. Here it is: Kirsten!"Indeed, it is memories of her dearest and only fruit of her womb that fill her thoughts as she plays her own pianistic tribute to the restraint and beauty of Bill Evans who was such a great influence to Lynn in those early days in Peckham and, later, North London.Those were hard days and Lynn knows only too well that a single tune, however sincerely meant, can scarcely begin to recompense for the neglect she'd actually shown her daughter. Those were days when a regular. It didn’t take long for his pre-cum to start flowing – God, how I love that taste – and then with a little bit of help with my spit I soon had it all shiny and wet so that I could begin to take him into my mouth.”My own cock was now beginning to dribble pre-cum and as my hand softly rubbed my little shaft I could feel the slickness begin to cover my hand. She turned and saw what I was doing and straightaway pushed my hand away. “Now, now, you naughty boy. You know you aren’t allowed to do that.