The handwriting looked just like Annie’s. You asked her about it, but she said she had no idea where it had come from. You accepted this, but perha...s a dark thought went through your mind, just then. A fleeting suspicion.What if she too had found someone to flirt with at the Waltham’s party? Suppose she had met some well-built fellow her own age, and they had gotten to talking, then stepped outside for some fresh air. And then, out on the patio in the moonlight, on a sudden impulse - partly. The vicarage was an old stone building nestled in a grove of gnarled and twisted oaks next to an even older church with a squat square tower that looked as if it could survive until the end of time. Once Mr Mayfield had closed the thick oak front door behind them, shutting out the howling of the wind outside, and they had shaken the snow off their clothes, Mrs Mayfield led them through a dark passage into the warmth and light of a comfortable living room with a log fire glowing in the hearth.Mr. I also knew that Emma was probably feeling hurt and maybe a bit isolated and lonely, especially with the twins going away as well. Emma’s door was closed and so I tapped gently and called out to her. ‘Emma, can I come in?’ There was no response, ‘Come on, Emms, I need you to talk to me, please open the door!’ I could hear her moving about in the room, ‘Emms, please talk to me, he is my Dad as well remember!’ I pleaded. A few more seconds passed. ‘It’s not locked!’ Emma called. I opened the. " I replied, "I am glad you think so." We began to kiss again, but this time I was loosening his belt and undoing his pants. Soon I had his pants and underwear on the floor. I sank to my knees and began to worship his beautiful cock. I kissed the tip and wrapped my tongue around the head. I licked from the base to the tip and then went back to suck his balls. Soon I had the head of his cock in my mouth and was beginning to slide it in and out. He said, "I can't believe you are such a slut." All.