Sometimes she’d just look up at me and smile, lift an eyebrow over her sunglasses and then tilt her head back down to her book. During my breaks, I...��d steal a look at her firm breasts bulging out of her French bikini or her tanned legs stretching out across her lounge chair.None of this was particularly unusual. Mom and I had always had a pretty good relationship. There was never any wicked stepmom dynamic like you see in the movies. Sure – Mom was fifteen years younger than Dad and a trophy. We became instant friends and through our years of school, we ended up in a lot of the same classes and even ran on the track team together. Mel was absolutely beautiful, long blonde hair, the sexiest eyes and a smile that would just light up a room. Her body should’ve been in a museum, it was perfect in every way. The only physical difference between us was that my blonde hair was a little shorter, and my eyes being blue, compared to her dark eyes. Everyone thought we were s****rs because of. The blast was so huge that I began to gag on it and pulled back as his second and third shots drenched my face. After gaining my breath, I licked his cock clean and watched it disappear through the hole.Again, I heard the door open and footsteps walking away. I'm guessing he must have said something to a friend in the hallway because it was less than two minutes before another cock was through the hole, without me having to make the signal. I sucked that one as well, and two more following that. As Bradley stepped out of the room and closed the door, Lady Carrington sighed deeply. She slid from the bed to find her night gown and wondered what was taking Angelica and her husband so long, though she had to admit the wait had been most pleasurable. As she turned back to the bed, she saw Lord Carrington step out of the shadows. He had been in the room, watching, the entire time. She flushed, her heart raced as she could feel the cold fingers of terror run down her spine. She had no words,.