We were just having a private conversation. Her mother replied. Mum! Its about Steve and me isnt it? Were both consenting adults and if dad does find ...ut about us then … Just at that moment the phone rang, Emma was furthest away from it and expected Steve to answer it but he didnt move. Are you going to answer that? Asked Emma. Its probably for your father. Hes expecting Linda to phone him. Her mother replied. Emma was standing behind the kitchen door when her father came in and he did not see. Gripping his hair roughly between her fingers, she pressed his face forcefully between her thighs."That's it, sweetie ... Don't stop ... Oh, god, I love the way you lick my pussy."Despite being such a young man, Tristan's oral talents were beyond reproach. And with the warm, tingling sensation approaching a crescendo in the depths of her belly, Doris soon cried out, arched her back, and roughly gripped his hair with clenched, sweaty fingers, as wave after wave of a tsunami-like orgasm rippled. I had put my hot chocolate in the cup holder because it was too hot to hold, and he had done the same. We happened to reach for our drinks at the same time, and our hands touched. I could almost feel the electricity as our hands brushed against each other. He stopped, and looked into my eyes, and I stared into his. I got all flustered, and my face went red, I could feel the hot flush creeping up my cheeks, and spreading through my chest. I quickly looked away, and grabbed my drink. He. She went in, and entered the stall, locking the door. I peeked in the doorway and heard her moving about putting paper on the seat then couldn't resist cracking open the door to the stall beside her. I stealthily peeked into the hole. She was sitting on the toilet and looking at the hole in the other wall where the guy was. I could see a fast movement and thought he was probably jacking off and knew she could see him. She leaned closer to his hole, then suddenly ducked back and I imagined she.