She held the phone in her right hand and as she talked, a devilish smile appeared.As I sat there, sipping my ice tea, I emptied my mind and concentrat...d on telling her to dip her feet in the water. I watched, hoping she would and in a matter of seconds she did just that. I then told her to end the call and to stand, she did. Getting bolder, I had her remove her top as I walked over, removing my T-shirt. Her full, round breasts with eraser size nipples that poked out from the light colored. Her soft brown hair parted on the right and swept across her face, straight but forming loose curls as it ended past her shoulders. Her cheeks flushed beside greenish brown eyes and baby pink lips. Delicate eyebrows on perfect pale skin. She looked so much like Elizabeth, my daughter Elizabeth back home that my heart struck a rhythmically like a kick drum in my chest. Andreji had done an exceptional job. She looked like my baby girl when she was just 13… maybe 12. "Hello Tatiana, I'm. ..well not exactly a real dream but you get the drift.....She dropped down to her knees and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock which was a pleasure in itself. I felt her soft, warm mouth slowly engulf more and more of my penis. She slowly sucked more and more, deeper and deeper down her throat. And finally she began to deep throat my cock uncontrollably. It was the site I had thought about everyday since she had moved in, but I never thought it would actually happen. She deep throated. I was just another of his ‘in between’ girls. I was just part of a cycle, and that’s really all love is. A cycle, that might be endless, if you’re… lucky? I guess that’s debatable. Or it might end in disaster. So what’s the point? I know he showed me so many things. He was the first person I ever loved. He got me to try calamari, and only laughed when I hated it. He got me to ride my first rollercoaster. He took me to my first Marvel movie. He gave me my first orgasm. He held me through it.