"Hi Mom," sighed pretty young Sharon, walking up behind her Mom whileshe was in the kitchen and slipping her arms around her middle and buryingher del...cate face in her mother's hair. Her shampoo smelled heavenly, andshe was wearing jeans and a soft yellow sweater that felt deliciously softto Sharon. For her part, Carolyn--Sharon's Mom--had definitely noticed a specialsparkle in her daughter's eyes lately, and an alluring sensuality in herfrequent hugs, touches and kisses. She stood still. I wasn't in the mood to joust with him.All I could think of was that Cindy was grounded and I was banned from the Baldwin house. What the fuck had happened to cause this? Mr. Baldwin had specifically said that I was not to speak with his daughters. Did he mean Cindy and Jeannie or was Jessica included? Had he found out about Jessica and me? Hell that was well over a year ago.I felt lonely. I had a problem and there was no one I wanted to discuss it with, not even Russell. It would be Saturday. We were starved when we got there, so we each had a bowl of goulash soup in the railroad station, then we walked up into town and fell in love with the place.You could stand in the main street and look up at enormous mountains. There were gasthauses--guest houses--all over the place, and sausage shops and a theater. Everything was half-timbered. It looked like pictures I'd seen on the labels of Black Forest cake cans. And, just as an afterthought, there were all these dark, good-looking men. Struggling to take it deeper she tried to pull away but Jim just held the back of her head and guided her back down on to his cock, and his cock into the entrance of her throat. He was now controlling her head movements, we could just make out her asking him to stop between gags and coughing noises but he was having too much fun to care what she wanted.I decided to get in on the action, I stripped down and knelt down behind her, I guess she was expecting my dick as she let out a whimper of.