Thomas had followed me out of the bedroom. I could feel his nakedness when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight. “Now what about ...hose notes?” he questioned, licking and teasing the hollow under my ear. “Mmmm… Nothing. It’s nothing to worry about.” I turned to him, kissing him deeply and melted into his arms. He had other ideas. Gripping my hips, Thomas turned me around and over the counter. The coffee was all but forgotten. “You’re not helping make the coffee.” I teased him.. He bent down, grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face towards his dick. I let go of his dick as it hit me on the cheek. He pushed my head back and pulled it again, this time the dick hit my closed lips. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. He gave me a stern look, a primal dominant male look which I tried to return with a laboriously mustered up look of resentment. Then he smiled and cocked his head to turn his gaze lower. I followed his gaze and was shocked at what I saw. My left hand was. She let out a deep breath and moaned "ohhh... sooo gooooood" and just remained draped right there until it was bedtime.Still naïve, Trey did not think of these feelings as "sex" feelings or that anybody else in the world knew about these feelings; just her, and it was a special secret between her and Robbie.Complaining that her nightgowns were getting tangled up during their "wrestling matches" (she still insisted on referring to their sessions that way, even though they hardly were doing any. Just ignore her butt and fuck mine, Mr. Finch. It's way better than even my pussy.”“No, no, he wants my ass,” groaned Juliet. She leaned her head down and licked at Annabelle's sloppy cunt.My dick twitched. I was still hard. I groaned as Juliet wiggled her ass at me. It wasn't as curvy as Annabelle's, but it was still cute. An adorable ass that I would gladly fuck. I would pound her hard as she licked my cum out of Annabelle's pussy.“Goddamn, what is going on?” I muttered.I had no idea. This.