She moved as usual grinding herself into me I reached for her and she was gone. Bitch high and dry again, lying there in the darkness I vowed that she...was going to get hers. The next night nothing happened all was quiet on the western front as they used to say. The night after that however was a little different. The now standard greeting of "get ready" was used and she went to the toilet again as usual, tonight she was in for it as I had been thinking unusual for one so young I know but what. When I finally arrived home, I realized the walk took way longer than it usually did: was I that tormented? Anyways, my plate was already waiting on the table, and my mother was urging me to hurry before it would get cold.“Well, well,” said mom. “For once you actually did what I asked you to... maybe you’re not as ungrateful as you seem to be. Thank you, Albert.”Formulated that way, those were some of the least convincing thanks I had heard out of somebody other than Alyssa’s mouth. Somehow,. Bending down I licked one nipple and then the other, feeling each one as I sucked the other and soon they were solid, her nipples stood upright as I flickered my tongue over them, she moaned. Sitting her down on the sofa she laid back, I sucked away and soon had my hand on her leg, as I caressed her my hand was slowly moving upwards.Her hand was still ruffling my hair as I licked down from her nipple across her fat belly, as my hand moved up her leg, she parted her thighs as I climbed further. She had regular features and flyaway curly red hair that surrounded her head like a foamy halo and deep sea green eyes. When in the captivity of her mother or father but less so accompanied by her brother, she displayed the pleasing manners and gentle bearing of a upper middle class upbringing.Today, however, she was cleverly disguised as a hoyden disguised as a post ... a post with fish. Her movements were slow and careful ... sometimes taking as much as a minute a step. She was stalking a.