“That’s easy “, said Herr Schmidt putting his card on the table.Leticia smiled shy again and started to enjoy the game as a k** happy to have do...e a silly point. She went again to the corner and now in a hurry to go ahead with the game, did not bent over so much the knees to take the card from the floor. Herr Schmidt excited observed her from the back waiting anxious for the time he could see finally her ass cheeks. It was almost now, he thought.Leticia took the card, blushed and went to floor. “Annamae,” Steele said, patting her back.“Thank god. I never gave up hope. Is my father with you?”The room remained silent. The seconds felt like minutes. Hours. Annamae tilted her head back and stared up at Steele. Her eyes as large and wondering as the boy’s.“No, he’s not here,” Steele said. “I’ll take you home.”She buried her face in his chest again. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Then she pulled back with tears rolling down her cheeks.“What’s the matter?” Steele asked.“I can’t. ’ In unison we howled out, ‘This will be the day that I die.’ I giggled, heady from the drink as he playfully tugged on my ponytail, curling it up in his fingers. ‘Hey,’ he whispered, pulling me closer. His lips were mere inches from mine, before I could make a handy excuse to escape, they were touching. It was sweet and innocent, little more than a peck. He stared down at me, I up at him, both of us wondering what to do or say next. He wrapped an arm around me cradling my head in its crook,. His upturned cock was meaty, uncut, and magnificently bloated.As he once more seated himself back on my thighs, my butt now became the focus of his attention. Boris’ hands now commenced kneading my backside. With my dick being stimulated against the sheet as his hands ardently mashed my arse, I got the hardest erection I had ever had.A short while later, Boris told me to turn over. After turning over Boris’ rigid curved horn was so pronounced that it almost touched his stomach. The ample snout.