Every day she was reminded that he was so near and yet so far away. She felt guilty for being this way but she could not manage to make her feeling... stop. She was in a terribly depressed state yet she never showed it, not to anyone. Not even to her best friend Jean. She was torn. Her father she knew would never feel the sort of love she did for him and she was too shy to make any advances on him for fear of rejection. Something stirred outside the window and she felt a presence. . No I put my cock inside her thighs touching vagina and used my right hand to hold her and touch her back through her satin frock from behind and with my left hand I was grabbing her ass. Her face was so close to mine so tried kissing her gently at first but when I saw no reaction from her, I started kissing her deep and even harder. I was chewing her lips and pressing her boobs and ass and touching all her back with my right hand. Then I slowly changed our position to make her lie on her back. I already know what’s going to happen, but I still gag around your cock as you force it into my throat. My first instinct is to pull back, but I ignore it. Instead, I push forward, loosening my jaw and letting my tongue loll out of my mouth so that it grazes the top of your balls. I hear you groan in pleasure.“That’s it, slut. Take my cock into your little whore mouth,” you drawl, holding the back of my head. Your hips begin thrusting, using my skull as your personal fuck-toy. Your free hand. She left me in the bathroom and closed the doorbehind her. I tried to follow her but the mitts wouldn't let me turn theknob. I knew the deal. I scrunched up the furry night shirt to allow meto sit on the toilet where I did my business. Afterward I used the bidetwith the foot pedals keeping the shirt pinned above my hips as I waswashed below. There wasn't a way to dry myself but the shirt seemed towick away the moisture and air dry quickly.The door was opened and I was led upstairs. The door to.