She had clearly drawn the triangle on with a black eyebrow pencil, but I played along - running my tongue up between her soft lips to encircle her har... bud and then back down towards her tight butt hole."No daddy - you mustn't - not there - I haven't had a shower yet - it must be really smelly".Debbie needn't have worried - she tasted divine - squealing each time my tongue entered her arse.Then her mum, Angela, walked back in from the kitchen carrying a tray of 3 glasses of orange juice, with a. Who the fuck is this guy? "You're a Mets fan aren't you?" I nod my head at him.He smirks, then winks at me, grabs his drink and gets up, walking toward me.As he gets closer I can see him better in the dim light. He's fucking gorgeous. Tall, slim, hair standing out every which way, a jawline you could cut glass on. He sits down next to me and I try my damnedest to keep my cool. Guys like this never come in here. Usually I just wear my jeans and a t shirt when I come here, but for some reason. Once inside, he laid on top of me and began to pump. He said, "God, you're so wet, I hardly can feel anything but the juicy pussy. It feels so good. You're not as tight when you're this turned on."I kissed him and said, "Yea, I know, I am really loose when you get me this hot. Fuck me, honey, give me that dick."Clark pumped me maybe three more times when he let out a moan as he climaxed into me. When he came, he became dead weight on me. After a moment he pushed himself up and said, "I'm sorry. I should have done something with my hair besides piling it into a lopsided bun on the side of my head. i should have taken the time to apply some eye shadow, perhaps some blush. then again, if i had taken the time to do all that, i could have completely missed him. i wasnt completely sure what to make of this lovely human in front of me. i was extremely drawn to him, yet some alarm was going off in my head, telling me to run, to be afraid. i wiped the perspiration from my palms onto my sweat.