We could have stayed like that forever, but we knew we had to get home, so we reluctantly got dressed, wrapped up the blanket and headed home, hand in...hand.It was 10:12 when we got back to the house. Our parents car was gone as well as the Pontiac, so we figured they were taking Aunt Lisa home and the Pontiac was still at the insurance place. We ran in the house and did a quick once-over just to make sure no one was home, the house was indeed empty. Knowing what a rare opportunity this was we. She looks me in my eyes as she puts my whole dick in her throat. It makes me jump backwards because of how good it felt. She only does it one time thought she starts to lick all over my cock like its a lollipop. She begins making noises and this is driving me crazy. The cop seems to be liking it to because when I look at him he's hard as a rock and stroking.I look back at Kayla and she's still sucking me. I decide to do something I wouldn't normally do and grab her by the back of the head. I. Your smile widens as your cock hardens, and you kiss me deeper, pulling me away from one wall only to twist me around and pushing me against the opposite wall. Your free hand now moves to the buttons of my dress: pulling apart each one until all thats holding it on is the cinched belt at my waist…the purple lace of my bustier compliments the green in my eyes and you want nothing more than to plunge your now throbbing dick into my pussy… Instead, you moan into my ear that you’ve been wanting to. Why do you always do that?" Mostly because you are usually wrong. You spout your prejudices as if they were facts. Jackie is a businessman, and a successful one too. He makes twice as much as daddy does. All you ever see are the things you've been taught to be afraid of, not the things that are real and might matter. I hated going to Sacred Heart. Megan will hate it too. Why do you always try to force us into the mold your parents forced you into? Let her make a few choices for herself once in.