With Mrs. Tremblay in particular, if she knew that she'd just seen her daughter's face for the last time - conversely, if little Alice knew she'd just...seen her mother for the last time - and that she'd never see her husband again. Imagining his victim's frantic, final thought processes always excited him. In this case, however, he didn't have as much time as he'd have liked, as Mrs. Tremblay entered the kitchen.The man held his breath and watched as she calmly walked into the kitchen, her hips. My friends made some jokes about me being alightweight, and I stumbled into the cool night air.I lived close enough to the bar that I could walk, maybe 6-7 blocks. Theair was cool and moist, and gave me goosebumps on my shaven and exposedlegs. It was late by now, maybe 3am, and most of the Halloween revelerswere passed out or in bed by now. My heels clicked on the pavement as Iwalked the deserted blocks back to my place.As I made my way, dressed way too scantily for this weather, I began. I could smell the sweet young teen aroma. My cock twitched again, knowing what I was going to get. I ran my tongue lower until I reached her sparse pubic hair. I ran my tongue through it, enjoying the fragrance, the taste. Then I put my tongue on her sweet clit. She started to buck around. I instanly drove my tongue deep as I could into her hot cunt. I shot my tongue in and out as fast as I could. It was so sweet tasting. I continued to lick and suck her until she yelled out " fuck,. Once we both came up for air, we let each other go and she sat again before we got out of hand. Maybe cooling them down required more than just touch, but what?Chloe was seated next to Nadia, and even though we had a nice tongue tango outside, this was a display of how I treated everyone equally. I wanted all of them to see that they each held some part of my need as I held part of theirs. So, I pulled her up, but she took it a step further. Up, that is. She stood on the couch, looking down at.