And her blouse was loosely tied. She was so pretty and tiny, she could definitely have fit in the pages of the magazine in her hand.“Yeah! That’s ...ome guy’s daughter right there touching herself!”“Honey, every girl is some guy’s daughter!”“Yeah, but I mean little daughter! They’re so pretty! This could be me or Jill!”“Oh, don’t be silly!”“Oh, you don’t think I could be in this magazine?!”“Ann, sto—” I began. But 18-year-old Ann popped open her blouse and showed off her luscious tits, perfect. Emmy and Adam were laughing when they showed each other the texts they had got. Krysten had sent to Emmy:“Open up before they see us hanging around and get suspicious!!!” with perhaps a few misspelled words.Samira had sent to Adam:“Tag! Time to switch partners!” with a large supply of food based emojis. Girl loved her some eggplant.“I guess we better open the door and trade you for Samira.” Emmy kissed Adam. “Thank you. Really.”Adam helped her down as Samira and Emmy furiously texted more. But honestly, I was not listening. Not because I was not interested. Quite the opposite. Had I not decided to follow my dream of becoming an author, I would most likely have become a cop. More precisely a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Although I make a living from my writing (well, sort of, lol) and write almost full-time, I have often wondered if it was possible to be a part-time cop. I know it is ironic for me to dream about being a cop when most of what I write about is. Shay was taking as much of me as she could in her mouth but this left a little for one hand to hold while the other rubbed my balls. Shay took her mouth off my cock to catch her breath and wrapped both hands around me. As she did that I heard her mutter, “It takes two hands to handle a whopper.” She followed that with a loud giggle, which Maria and I both laughed at. Her hands were stroking me hard and quick. She bent down again and took me back into the warmth of her mouth and throat. Maria.