..’ Claire started.‘Listen to your mother,’ said Claire’s father, a heavyset 40 year old who worked as a bricklayer. ‘I don’t want you end...ng up as a stripper or a prostitute, Claire,’ said her mother. ‘You’re going to learn to work in a real office and that’s the end of it.’‘But I can’t...’ said Claire.‘ENOUGH,’ exploded her father. His face was red. He got up from the table, grabbed Claire by the hair, and pulled her roughly over to the couch.Claire was shocked. Her father never treated her. I got my face with inches of her wonderful pussy. I smelled the aroma in my nostrils and got instantly harder, I saw the puddle of juice that had formed inside her vagina, and I felt myself cum in my underwear. I wanted to bury my tongue in her hole so badly that I almost did. I probably would have if it weren’t for the hand on my shoulder telling me that my time was up.I was ushered back down to the kitchen where their mother was waiting patiently. Shortly Camille joined us.The questioning. I'm not sure, my toilet's in the hall isn't working and the only other one is in my bedroom and..." Oh please Mrs. Henderson I really have to go, I won't touch anything, I promise." Oh jeeze, oh jeeze, well if..." Please ma'am, I really have to go." I stood on the porch crossing my legs and waiting for her decision.She opened the door and pointed down the hallway. "Sorry but the bedroom is quite a mess." That's alright I don't mind." I walked down the hall and into her bedroom. The door to the. He bites my lower lip making me moan out and starts playing with my hair as we kiss deeper and deeper. He leans back and sits on the bed and unbuttons his shirt sliding it off his shoulders and tosses it to the floor. I stare at him and touch his chest slowly loving the feel of the chest hair. I smile at him shyly and see a tent in his pants so I know I’m doing it right. I kiss him again and he leans down kissing my neck softly sucking on it and slides his hands down my top barely.