. sweaty... cheeks flushed with some sort of exertion... or perhaps passion... All he could do was murmur in shock."Let me make it up to you." Crystal...asked; in a voice that was more of a command as she pushed him onto his bed.She had read one too many romance novels, she knew. As she opened her door in the girls' floor. The face; the clean-cut, pristine features of her favorite film-idol stood before her. Though he seemed sweaty, and exhausted, that same virile charm was there, that smile that. Du musst mir schon helfen“„Wie denn?“ wollte Daniel ungeduldig wissen. Ihm war sehr peinlich, dass er mit seiner kaum zu verbergenden Erektion vor seiner Mutter stand, auch wenn sie gerade breitbeinig mit nackter Pussy vor ihm kauerte – das machte es für ihn nicht leichter.„Putz mich mal ab, sonst kann ich nicht hoch. Das Kleid wird ja sonst nass“ grinste sie ihn an.„Was?“ frage er verdutzt „Ich?“„Wirst schon nicht sterben. Ihr wolltet doch, das ich das mache. Also aufwischen“ befahl. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I teased her. “You seem like a professional!” She smiled at me. “I’m sure. I guess it just feels…right, with you.” There was no argument from me. With as much lust and love I was feeling at the moment, it felt like our bodies were made for each other. Her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock and I fit inside of her like a glove. I leaned back in the chair with my eyes closed and hands still on her hips, letting them rise and lower to her rhythm. In. "Hey beautiful. Ilike that dress on you. I'd like it even better off you." He was allswagger."I've just come from work," was all I could muster."As an angel? Because you look like you fell from heaven." I couldhave thrown up. I hoped the micro camera was getting all this."Does that line ever work?" We all shuffled forward a little."Don't be like that." He swayed a little and stood in front of me. "I'ma good guy. Give a good guy a break!" He gestured theatrically.I would have quite happily.