Nachts sprach ich mit Hilla. Sie hörte zu. Sagte kein Wort. Fragte mich: „ Nenne mir einen Grund, diesen Wunsch nicht zu erfüllen!“ – Ich umar...te sie innig; küsste jedes Fleckchen ihres wundervollen Körpers. Es war eine Nacht der „Liebe“Hillas Brüste - Ort der Wärme und "Entspannung".Sonntag. Hilla und ich schliefen lang. Schmusten, duschten zusammen, um uns dann auf den Weg in die schon schön gewärmte Küche zu machen. Es roch nach frisch gebrühten Kaffee. Der Kaffetisch war liebevoll gedeckt.. "Sure, but you don't have to pay me, Uncle Homer," he said."Well, you know what the Good Book says, 'A laborer is worthy of his hire.'" Well, okay," the boy said, after thinking it over for a moment."Would you be sure to let my Pop know it was your idea? I don't want him to think I ask you for money," the boy said.The old man smiled and nodded. "I'll talk to your Dad, Son."All the way over there, the old man had impressed on his young helper that the beautiful Garden of Remembrance needed to. I could hear it in how she moaned, in how her fingernails scratched across Isidora's back. My futa-sister was giving our mother such rapture.I wanted that rapture. I wanted a futa—any futa—to fuck me right now. To ram a girl-dick deep into my twat and give me that ecstasy. I shuddered, my clit aching, throbbing. I pressed my fingers hard into it.And came.My orgasm exploded through me.My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me. I felt them soaking through my panties and then the denim. They. Then she started todangle them in front of me ??????????? ?Now I toldyou that if you were good I would give you a treat so here you go? she slid herpanties over my head with the crotch right over my nose. The smell of her sexmade my dick pulsate even more I fellt as if I could explode at any time. Whatshe didn?t know was that I often would steal her panties and jerk off whilesmelling them. Now she started to rub my dick with her foot ?what a littlelittle dick you have to bad too because I.