There’s not much I can say in my defence with all the DNA evidence laid out before me, and even I’m not totally sure what has happened. "Well, mak... it better then!" she says. I am obligated to finish what I have started, but after the main tool goes down, I am at a slight loss what to do. I cannot go backwards on her. "Do you want a lickin’" I ask unenthusiastic. We fall asleep. Sometimes she is in my arms but in the end we divide and take up lonely positions. The dawn brings the reality. Fighting to regain both his breath and his balance, David lay on top of her like that for long minutes. His legs were jelly. It was some time before he felt able to stand without swooning. She overwhelmed him. He had never felt a passion like this for any woman. He'd have married her to keep her his, he knew he would. And even the thought of it shocked him. He had not till this woman-child ever found a female he could abide the company of long after he'd fucked her. Nor one he didn't tire of. What she saw surprised her. Angelique had thrown the covers off of her, and had her nightgown pulled up, exposing her breasts and pussy. One hand was stroking her breasts, while the other was rubbing her pussy rapidly. The teenager was writhing on the bed, and Guinevere could see her breasts heaving with excitement. Guin wondered how long her younger sister had been masturbating - from all appearances, she seemed to know what she was doing. The older girl felt her own pussy grow damp as Angie. She sat, causing her short skirt to ride up a bit, and kicked off her high heels. At last, she laid back, her huge breasts sitting up proudly under her silky blouse. She put one arm over her eyes, and spoke quietly. "I'm ready," she sighed. "Come take care of me. I've been waiting for this all day." Earlier in the day, I had gone to a local party store, and purchased two masquarade masks. I covered the eye holes in one, and left the other open for me to wear, at least until I was sure she was.