And slowly wend down and started encircling her belly button with my tongue. I went down and it smelt like heaven. I slowly put my tongue in the zone ...nd started licking it. After about 10 stroked I tried to go deeper. Her moans fastened. I realized that it was working. I could feel the wetness around the clit and the taste was awesome. She suddenly got up and asked me to lie down. She got on to the customary 69 position and on top of me. I dug in. All the taste was now directly in my mouth. I. Period.”“All because they kissed?” I asked.“Don’t give me that crap! You of all people know where that leads, and it is NOT happening. My innocent little girl is NOT going to be corrupted by a fourteen-year-old version of Steve Adams!”“What you do with Francesca is up to you, but I am going to take this up with the school and you are going to stop asking teachers to spy on my son.”“And YOU are going to tell him to stay away from her.”“No, I’m not. You are free to tell Francesca to stay away. Jennifer squatted over me, her tight cannel waiting my exploration. With one hand on the wall next to my bed and one on my dick she lifted up the pole and rubbed the head against her opening. With each stroke against her labia I could see her honey tasting moisture wicking the head of my cock, damn rubber. Slowly Jennifer sank her body onto me and I could feel the intense heat and tightness of her pussy clamping around my cock. She took about half of its length straight in sheepishly grinning. His question was, "do you wear guy's underwear under your girl clothes?" I said, "no if I dress I dress all the way in bustier and panties." I thought that was it and we would be out of here in a second. But then he said, "show me." I said, "excuse me?" He said, "I want to see what's under your clothes." Now I'm thinking he is going to see my hard clit that might be pocking out of my panties, so I started to lift my skirt, and he said, "no take the blouse off and drop the skirt." I said, "you.