"Well, what I had in mind was you bein' there in my place, if you know what I mean." I think I do." I know it ain't fair to ask. It's just that I hate...the idea of her goin' off to be with her friend so much that it makes me almost sick to think about it. I believe he's a good guy n' all; hell, I suppose I'm even a little grateful for him lookin' after her but it still messes up my brain. Can you understand that, Randall?" Sure I can understand it. I never met a man as strong as you, Uncle Jack. You have not felt anyone elses pussy before and your curious as to how it feels with your fingers inside your friends pussy and what it tastes like..you give her pussy a long lick and push your tongue into her tight hole, lapping at her sweet cum..you grab my cock and give it a hard suck and spit on my cock rubbing it between her pussy lips before gently guiding it inside her...she lets out a moan and digs her nails into the sofa..as I move in and out of her you are licking at my cock..tasting. Oh, go on, then!’ replied Simon, grinning inanely at the keyboard. ‘Pig! I shan’t tell you that I was remembering the first time you kissed me, then.’ ‘Ah, yes, that day at the beach. It seems like a lifetime ago now.’ ‘That was a very special day, but that wasn’t the one I was re-living.’ Kate teased. ‘???’ ‘I meant the day you said that you wanted to taste me properly …’ ‘Ah, I’m with you now. I had no idea what to do.’ ‘I would never have guessed. I loved the way you planted those little. Without thinking I said “I will stay till you are through with shower”. I sat on the living room and Sara went to take shower. She closed her room’s door and I heard her not locking it. It was strange, but she told me that “she is afraid of locking the door as she was locked many times in childhood”. One side of her room’s wall covered with mirror and from it a person sitting in living room can see her bath room. She turned on the knob of shower and water started splashing on the ground. There.