Stephen's cock spasmed fitfully once more, but didn't blow. With a couple more smaller jerks, it rested in the crease between his thigh and his hip, s...ill hard and pulsing, but not quite so red. "That was close, baby." "Close to what, Daddy?" Stephen blinked, then a sly smile replaced the look of sexual bliss that had draped itself across his face. "Close to making Daddy cum, baby girl." I smiled coquettishly and gazed lovingly at his dick. I swallowed and looked back up into his eyes. "What's. . Miss . . .” came the answer from the crouching figure.“Stand up, Melissa.”The girl stood erect, tall and graceful. A truly beautiful woman.“What has happened today then, Melissa?” demanded Rosalie, smirking into the girl’s face . . . knowing how a woman must feel at having to answer such questions.“I . . . I sucked . . . my Master. . .” replied Melissa in a low voice.“And . . . and the other gentleman . . . Mr H-Havers . . .” Rosalie’s smirk broadened into a wide, happy smile. “Lucky you!”. "God, I love your skin," she whispered.Charise smiled broadly. "Do you really? It's so black. A lot of people don't like that." Does it bother you that they call you Inky?"She shook her head. "Black is beautiful, right?" It sure is on you. I just want to lick your shoulder." Laura remembered licking Brandi's shoulder, long ago, and what that had led to."You do?"Laura nodded. "I can't help myself."Now Charise beamed in that angelic little-girl smile of hers. "You can lick it all you want."Laura. I had to work on Christmas Day, but We,d been invited to friends of Sarah,s parents who lived near Taunton in Somerset for Boxing Day to return the day after my birthday December 29th as I had to be back at work like the rest of the family the following day and would have to work New Years. Sarah,s father drove his little Saab down. It seemed strange as most british cars in those days appeared smaller than American cars and as occasionally American cars were on British roads they Were smaller,.