Out he pulled again but this time he moved back and told me to lick her pussy. The smell was quite over powering but it was definitely good to be able...to take her panties out of my mouth. As I removed them Julie looked at me with a glazed smile and said she wanted me to lick her slowly to make sure she enjoyed it. My father went upstairs to the toilet and I got my head buried in her pussy. She had never tasted so good or ever been this wet with me. My father came back and picked up a carrier. ”Crack I brought the riding crop down over his thighs, causing him to groan.“Language big brother,”“What do you want?”“You to pay him back.”“I don’t have that kind of money.”“I do,” I said sliding the riding crop slowly down the length of his cock.He moaned as the riding crop teased his length.“What do you want?” he hissed.“You,”“You’re crazy,” “Am I? I’ve seen how you’ve watched me over the years. You can’t deny that you’ve always wondered what it would be like.” I slowly slid out of my shirt. It was so fat I couldn’t even get my fingers completely around it. I began to wonder if I could take the thing in my pussy. I watched him slide back his foreskin to reveal a wicked looking purple helmet. I reached down and pulled him into me, rubbing his wet cock up and down between my wet pussy lips. Then he pushed into me, and I squealed as I felt my pussy open up to take him. I drew my knees up beside my head to receive him fully into me. I was beyond the point of no return as he fucked. Well!She certainly had a nice pad. Huge Victorian place, swish auto gates opened and I drove the gravel drive to park. She was waiting at the top of porticoed granite stars. We shook hands and I followed her indoors, through a long corridor and to a sumptuous lounge. Monica poured coffees and we chatted. I admired many contemporary paintings in the room, she had a good eye, but she said they were all her deceased husband Marcel’s choice. We agreed dates, times and I offered to prepare an.