We emailed for a few days and then I called her. She told me in her original email she was 19 but then confessed she was actually 16. I was shocked an... told her that I wasn't interested as she was just too young. A few days past and she emailed me back, saying how sorry she was she lied, she told me she really wanted to meet even just for chat nothing more. Against my better judgment I agreed. We met in a shopping centre at a coffee shop. After waiting almost 20min for her to arrive I was about. However, standing at 161cm (5’3”) tall, I was the tallest amongst my mother, Ingrid, and I. The height difference between us all was only within 3cm (1”) though, making it very hard to tell the difference between Ingrid and myself from behind to the untrained eye. We both had long, naturally beautiful wavy blonde hair down to our mid-backs, mine both curlier and richer in colour than Ingrid’s. We were both very ample chested, sporting disproportionately large breasts: mine sized at. She started to cum, and she delightfully swallowed it. He lifted her up, lay her on the bed, and slipped of her pants. He unhooked her bra, and pulled off her panties. He wasn't wasting anytime, and she liked it. He got on top of her on all fours, and began kissing her aimlessly all down her body. He gently spread her legs apart, sending out the aroma of her cum, which smelled amazing. He kissed up her thighs and began licking her pussy. She was grinding her pussy in his face. He raised up and. ?How about by a blade, meat?? he hissed into my face as I could no longerkeep myself from looking into his eyes. ?Want to feel my blade between yourlegs?? Instant melting in the part of me he'd just threatened. Why, oh why? I staredat him, lungs seized by a mixture of shock and terrible desire. Of course Ididn't want his blade between my legs. His fingers tightened on my nipples again, squeezing tighter, tighter, tighter,as my mouth opened in a silent scream of agony, then he snapped his.