I had always been ticklish and couldn’t help but giggle. In between kisses, he said, “I love your laugh, but I want to hear you moan,” he said, ...ooking up at me mischievously. He started to kiss my inner thighs and on top of my panties and I moaned in pleasure. “Mm, that’s more like it.” He chuckled. He pulled my panties down to my ankles and I kicked them on to the floor. He went straight to my clit, teasing it with his tongue. “Ohh! Yes!” I moaned in a slight whisper. I was feeling so much. Then he steps quickly to me, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. Our tongues meet heatedly as our mouths caress each other, my arms wrap tightly around him, pulling him closer. His hands waste no time in finding the buttons of my blouse, tugging them open one by one. He takes the time to caress my skin between each one, every touch showers me with sparks, he tugs my blouse out from my skirt, it comes free easily and I let it slide from my shoulders. With a brief pause to look at me. When we got home my Golfing best friend John, now my daddy was in thekitchen sat on the settee having a beer watching television.I told Janet I wasn't hungry and not bothered for any tea as I hadeaten at the Golf Club, deep down I didn't want to sit round a tableand have Sunday tea and play happy families.In my girly bedroom prison, stood looking into the wardrobe mirror,looking at my self, I remembered Friday with Lucy and she had tied meup which released the love juices into my vigina which. It was a weekend and Darrel was home. Robbie and Julie were out with friends and Darrel and I were sitting at the kitchen table. I was taking a bite of meat loaf while looking at Darrel and trying to imagine him in a foursome with the boys and me. It was strange, but I could picture him with his cock in my mouth, but not in either of my other two openings. I was wondering why that was when he dropped the bomb on me."There isn't any easy way for me to do this so I'll just have to be blunt. I'm.